When the pipes droned down Maggie's Glen
Decent folk never spoke of such things
All was quite and hush about the killing raids
Carried out by the Highland Brigade

They were never here they were never here
By the grace of God they disappeared
The ghost gums stand still in the Haunted Hills
And it's as if they were never here

Out at Bushy Park in the Laird's homestead
Angus McMillan never mourned the black dead
Down at Maffra and by Butcher's Creek
Around Bony Point their spirits still speak

They were never here they were never here
By the grace of God they disappeared
Like saying there's no sing in a cruel October wind
And it's as if they were never here

In the Gippsland winter of eighteen forty three
They rode for revenge on a murderous spree
Infants and women the wild and the meek
Made the water run red at Warrigal Creek

They were never here they were never here
By the grace of God they disappeared
We struck their head in bold on the two-dollar gold
And it's as if they were never here