A minor final

In caherlistrane

He was a buffer

I was a sham

I was full forward

He was full back

And we fought each other

To win that match

Now we meet in a Melbourne bar

Those old parish lines look so faint

From afar

I stood on the square while he did the tillage

Here we are living in a global village

We're all the one



A travelling man's son

Just settled down

He was only half welcome

In our holy town

Spent all his young summers

on the side of the road

in the light of the stars

a tent for a home

In the class room the nun had a desk for

Us all

And a row for the tinkers along by the wall

I met him to day in the shop he was slagging

How'ya keepin'