My name is Paul Campbell
I come from Balmickle
In the hills above Arran's western shore
My poor heart's grieving
For Arran I am leaving
Just like my brother before
And away to the west
I'm flying in haste
And I fear I may not see Arran evermore
The government's agents
Those parasitic gaugers
Had pestered this island for a year
They're ruthless and they're wicked
And they killed eyes a nickel
And left her poor
Children in tears
And they come in the night
And they break things for spite
They think that the people
Will crumble out of fear
They came to Balmickle
When the still was at a trickle
And destroyed everything they could find
I couldn't hold my temper
And though I don't remember
They say I made one of them blind
But a man has to fight
When he thinks he is right
And if he loses all in the struggle
Never mind
For striking my betters
They put my hands in fetters
And sent me to Glasgow for trial
But the skipper was MacArthur
And close to Dumbarton
He spoke to me in Gaelic
And he smiled
So I jumped overboard
Where the white breakers roared
For a Campbell
Will never be friendless
In Argyle
In all kinds of weather
I've been hiding in the heather
Just like a shadow unseen
But I know they will hunt me
And I'll have to run
To leave the country
It feels like the worst kind of dream
So I'm travelling on
To where my brother has gone
We'll see if the good folk
Take whiskey
In New Orleans
My name is Paul Campbell
I come from Balmickle
In the hills above Arran's western shore
My poor heart's grieving
For Arran I am leaving
Just like my brother before
And away to the west
I'm flying in haste
And I fear
I may not see Arran
Evermore
And I yearn for him
He論
I'll guess before you know it
To keep him in the dark






You see
Just as I am
All you and I
Are worth
This lesson
I love you.
I love you.