Lyrics:

My name is Paul Campbell, I come from Balmichael
In the hills above Arran's western shore
My poor heart is grieving for Arran I am leaving
Just like my brother before
Away to the west I am flying in haste
And I fear I may not see Arran, evermore

The Government's agents, those parasitic gaugers
Have pestered this island for a year
They're ruthless and they're wicked and they killed Isa Nicholl
And left her poor children in tears
They come in the night and they break things for spite
And they think that the people will crumble, out of fear

They came to Balmichael 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
The skipper was McArthur 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 Argyll

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 have to leave the country
It seems like the worst kind of dream
So I'm travelling on to where my brother has gone
And we'll see if the good folk take whisky in New Orleans

My name is Paul Campbell and I come from Balmichael...