The canals and the bridges, the embankments and cuts They blasted and dug with their sweat and their guts They never drank water but whiskey by pints And the shanty towns rang with their songs and their fights
Navigator, navigator, rise up and be strong The morning is here and there's work to be done Take your pick, and your shovel, and the bold dynamite For to shift a few tons of this earthly delight Yes, to shift a few tons of this earthly delight
They died in their hundreds with no sign to mark where Save the brass in the pocket of the entrepreneur By landslide and rock-blast, they got buried so deep That in death if not life they'll have peace while they sleep
Navigator, navigator, rise up and be strong The morning is here and there's work to be done Take your pick, and your shovel, and the bold dynamite For to shift a few tons of this earthly delight Yes, to shift a few tons of this earthly delight
Their mark on this land is still seen and still laid The way for a commerce where vast fortunes were made The supply of an Empire where the sun never set Which is now deep in darkness, but the railway's there yet
Navigator, navigator, rise up and be strong The morning is here and there's work to be done Take your pick, and your shovel, and the bold dynamite For to shift a few tons of this earthly delight Yes, to shift a few tons of this earthly delight
