This is a song for you Gideon
And many others like you.
Like Geldenhuijs, Liebenberg and Olwagen
Pffeifer and Veenstra and Roux

In the Cape of Good Hope
Afrikaners and Britons
Lived in Sweet harmony
But some trekked away to build new republics
To the North of that territory

But they were pursued by the mongers of war
Who burnt everything in their path
Persecuted women and children
Creating a sad aftermath

This is a song for you Gideon
And many others like you.
You were all soldiers, following orders
And did what they told you to do

Out of the ashes you took your commando
Who swore they would fight to the last
Across the frontier of the wide Orange River
All with a vengeful task

To muster the passion of your blood brothers
To take up arms for the cause
To burn down homes of supporters of Britain
Whose soldiers did that to yours

This is a song for you Gideon
And many others like you
Were they rebels or traitors or just demonstrators
Or patriots loyal and true

Those that joined you were wanted for treason
And the grim punishment that they would face
Was the hangman's noose or the firing squad
A very high price that they paid

The Union Jack was a mantle of justice
Respected throughout the wide world
But then it was known as the Old Butcher's Apron
With innocent blood on its furls

This is a song for you Gideon
And many others like you.
They went off to die with their heads held high
For a cause they believed to be true

If it wasn't for illness they′d never have caught you
In the mountains of Camdeboo
Fearlessly riding with silken white hatband
Your men they all idolized you

Your executioners shot you to death
Into a hole where you laid
Then re-buried you in a secret location
To deny you a martyr's grave

This is a song for you Gideon
And many others like you
You were executed for executing
By executioners too

This is a song for you Gideon
And many others like you
This is a song for Gideon Scheepers
The King of the Camdeboo
The King of the Camdeboo