Salamanca Songtext

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