(Michael Marra)
Chorus:
O no more will I rove no more, it's over
O no more will I rove no more, it's done
I'll sit beneath the fiddle tree
With the ghost of Niel Gow next to me
Listen, Niel, your apprentice has begun
The old man looked in the inglenook and wondered
His brother in a foreign land he must remain
When deived about the life he'd choose
They each would wear the other one's shoes
This motherland is a source of constant pain
Rumblin' Brig I hear your music calling
In the outback still I heard your song
Living off a foreign field
With far more fish than the burn could yield
This trip will be my last and it won't be long
(as sung by The McCalmans)