Pinchgut

If I buy you a drink will you leave me alone?
 I'm a bug-eyed young stranger 'round here,
 I'll tell ye nowt ye don't already know,
 And my brogues too thick for your ear.
 See I landed this mornin' unwashed and unfed,
 Yer man thought I were Greek, wouldn't give me a bed,
 And I've walked all o' Sydney wi' a heart of pure lead,
 And a half a warm bottle of beer.
 Tho my room lay as quiet as the old guns o' Pinchgut,
 My heart beats a lonesome & steady tattoo,
 For a smile that I met on the boat frae Southampton,
 Oh Christ! What am I gonnae do?
 D'ye know I'm a full qualified engineer?
 Tho the paper I've got's no good to me here,
 We built the damned ships that brought you all here,
 All we're good for is digging a hole!
 Oh your frosty old evening commands me respect,
 And your sun locks its jaws on the back of me neck,
 As I pocket me pride & line up for a cheque,
 Oh Christ! What am I gonnae do?
 Oh Christ! what am I gonnae do?
 If you buy me a drink, I'll leave you alone,
 I've talked your damned ears off, its time you were home,
 Spare me the floorboards, I'll dig you a hole,
 Big enough to swallow the moon.