Oh, it's dreadful to think in a country like this <br />With its chances for work - and enjoyment <br />That a man like McGuinness was certain to miss <br />Whenever he tried for employment. <br /> <br />He wrote to employers from Bondi to Bourke, <br />From Woolloomooloo to Glen Innes, <br />But he found - though his wife could get plenty of work - <br />There was never a job for McGuinness. <br /> <br />But perhaps - later on - when the Chow and the Jap <br />Begin to drift down from the tropics, <br />When a big yellow stain spreading over the map <br />Provides some disquieting topics, <br /> <br />Oh, it's then when they're wanting a man that will stand <br />In the trench where his own kith and kin is, <br />With a frown on his face and a gun in his hand - <br />Then there might be a job for McGuinness! <br /><br /><br />Andrew Barton Paterson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-job-for-mcguinness/
