Lyrics:

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'