Colonel John Gordon he sailed through the harbour
Onto the island he bought from your fathers
Armed with a crook and a mission to clear it
‘Twas 1850, the new modern age

"Long have you toiled and long have you been here
Set in your ways and opinions so feeble
As me of mine and so proud will I tell you
Hell is a long way to fall I assure you"

"So get your coats because your time here is over
Clear out your land and your crofts while you're sober
Order is made and be damned if you fail it
Smile as you hand me the fruits of your labour"