While The Billy BoilsSearchOh, it’s dreadful to think in a country like thisWith its chances for work—and enjoymentThat a man like McGuinness was certain to missWhenever he tried for employment.
He wrote to employers from Bondi to Bourke,From Woolloomooloo to Glen Innes,But he found—though his wife could get plenty of work—There was never a job for McGuinness.
But perhaps—later on—when the Chow and the JapBegin to drift down from the tropics,When a big yellow stain spreading over the mapProvides some disquieting topics,
Oh, it’s then when they’re wanting a man that will standIn the trench where his own kith and kin is,With a frown on his face and a gun in his hand—Then there might be a job for McGuinness!