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,