Ned McGowan’s War
Ned McGowan was a crooked judge from San Francisco way
As vigilantes purged the town, McGowan slipped away
To the goldfields of the Fraser where he quickly drew acclaim
With the wave of Forty-niners from Californ-i-ay
In the year of '58
As winter came, the gravel froze, so they couldn't pan for gold
Bravado mixed with whiskey, as they tried to beat the cold
Up pipes Ned McGowan "boys, are ya feeling very bold?
What say we all kick up a fuss and start ourselves a war?
If you lived to be a hundred
And you roamed the wide world over
You'd never live to see the likes of Ned McGowan's War
In the town of Yale that Christmas day
Two of McGowan's men
Pistol-whipped the barber and they snuck right back again
To Hill's Bar and Ned McGowan, and he tells them never fear,
For their Justice of the Peace has no jurisdiction here
And we'll turn him on his ear!"
When word came back to Hill's Bar
That their constable was gaoled
They deputized McGowan's men to bring him back from Yale
They stormed into the courtroom, took the Justice custody
Then they fined him fifty dollars and they went out on a spree
If you lived to be a hundred
And you roamed the wide world over
You'd never live to see the likes of Ned McGowan's War
The Justice wrote to Douglas, and appealed for relief
This shifty Ned McGowan, he's the cause of all our grief
He's a threat of annexation and if he is left alone
Of Californians he could raise an army of his own
With near two dozen Sappers came the Governor's reply
Fifty sailors and marines with a field piece close behind
And so a strange flotilla made way from Derby side
With a steamboat and a whaleboat, and a war canoe besides
If you lived to be a hundred
And you roamed the wide world over
You'd never live to see the likes of Ned McGowan's War
When Ned McGowan came to town
To the court he was arraigned
But they quickly dropped the charges as he craftily explained
The boys were sworn & deputized
When the Justice they'd detained
So court adjourned, and they all shook hands
And toasted with champagne
If you lived to be a hundred
And you roamed the wide world over
You'd never live to see the likes of Ned McGowan's War
You could sail the salt sea over
To the west, south, east and north
You'd never live to see the likes of Ned McGowan's War
Words & Music by Bruce Coughlan (SOCAN)