(Phil Gaston)
The c!@#^s 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 rockblast they got buried so deep

That in death if not life they'll have peace while they
sleep.


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.