1.Salamanca
Hobart Town, winter time grey buildings look like icebergs by
the ocean
Summer time a cool south wind, keeps a mind from melting
Ships roll in through the entrance of the river,
Back in 1830 with a convict cargo to deliver
Fingerprints are in the sandstone, from a prisoner that remains
unknown
Gypsies come from miles around, to sell sell their art to the
town
On a Saturday, public forum marketplace
Everyone can have their say, all the people have their say
Salamanca in Hobart Town, bohemians and the gypsies are dancing
Hackysack and a joint's goin around
Social conscience, hear all the people sing
Oh - power to our people they sing
Oh - fight the good fight while you can
All the left wing, dreadlocks on the lawn but they don't sing
They're too serious, too many issues to be discussed
I hear you say, everything's gunna be OK, to fight the good
fight
And talk the talk into the night
2.Davey
He said 'tonight I drink with you my friends,
It's a moment in time and it won't happen again,
Years of these wages, pissed against the wall
And tomorrow we are setting sail to a foreign shore
There was Davey, he came out with his family in the eighties,
They were from a shamrock shore
A new start here, but their bags were full of nothing
But two strong hands - they were made for working
Davey, got a job down the south coast at Eden
Working in the mill,
A new start here, they left a warring country
For a taste of freedom and a future,
A smile on his face, and two strong hands
He said 'these are the days'
A smile on his face, 'its as good as it gets' he said
'And these are the days'.
Davey, a patriot still proud of his country,
He talked of times gone by
And he drank the happy hour, and watched the years on high,
But his heart was always heavy for those he left behind
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