A Job for McGuinness

Oh, it's dreadful to think in a country like this With its chances for work; and enjoyment That a man like McGuinness was certain to miss Whenever 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 Jap Begin to drift down from the tropics, When a big yellow stain spreading over the map Provides some disquieting topics, Oh, it's then when they're wanting a man that will stand In 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!