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’ "ah sure pullin’and dragin’ "   We’re all the one      We’ve all got hopes we’ve all got dreams   And things we wished we’d done   Everybody’s somebody’s   Daughter or son   We’ve all the one