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HEATHER WILLIS Whitemark Flinder's Island, Tasmania. Tune of Cockles & Mussels Our New BankIn Whitemark 's fair city,Where the boys dress so pretty And Mick keeps an eye out the Ag. Office glass. Frank wheels his wheelbarrow Through passages narrow Of timber and rubble Seeking Sovereigns or brass. Now the Bank's been demolished, To a wreck it's been polished, Mike can clean all your money In his laundry matt. And Toni will welcome Your visits so seldom To her bright new bedchamber So how about that? So work away builders Make it safe for the Guilders Of the Wool men, the Shearers, and big cattle kings. The bricks rising slowly By Harry's hand solely And Frank on the mixer In green Yakka jeans. When the Bank is completed And Bruce is reseated In a shiny new office His clients to greet. Hoping cash from each acre And dough from the baker Will fill up the coffers To keep his boss sweet. When the paint is all painted The opening's awaited An apple for free Won't keep Robert away Chris will handle your dollars In his counting house solace Smart lines now for Westpak Farewell C.B. A. Alive, Alive Oh- o. Alive, Alive Oh- o See the growth rate in Whitemark, Alive, Alive o. |