Song for Ernie Abbot

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27th March , 30th anniversary of Trades hall bombing and murder of caretaker Ernie Abbot.

Song for Ernie Abbot

Maybe you might know the building, Wellington’s trades hall

Not the flashest place in town, its dingy old and small

Where unions keep ticking over, from year to weary year

They seldom make sensations, but thank god, they’re still here

union people help the working folks in many different ways

Without their efforts we’d have even colder darker days

The end of one grey autumn day, near time to shut the door

Ernie took a one last look around the foyer floor

“some silly bugger’s left his bag, I’ll stow it” Ernie said

he grabbed the little handle and a union man was dead

Now they never caught the bastard who booby trapped our place

All we do know it was somebody afraid to show their face

Who didn’t front like Ernie, and happen how it may

he wore it for the rest of us still in the hall that day

Now thirty years later, the old building still remains

It's seems easier to count the knocks than tally up the gains

But union’s keep ticking over, from year to weary year

They seldom make sensations, but thank god they’re still here.

'cos union people help the working folks in many different ways

Without their efforts we’d have even colder darker days.

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