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GORDON OF INDIA

(Alan Brown)
(A true story from my family album of a time when there were strong trade links between Dundee and India through the jute industry)

Great-uncle Gordon was a big man in India
Though he stood five foot small in his shoes
Great-uncle Gordon made his fortune in India
Said the lawyer who sent us the news
He'd been there so long we'd kind of lost touch
But we were never a family for writing much
So when Great-uncle Gordon died out in India
The relatives came into town

My Uncle Charlie he worked on the railway
His Margaret she served in a shop
When they heard the news about Gordon of India
They thought all their worries would stop
Before they'd even read the will
They'd looked at the houses by the Balgay Hill
So when Great-uncle Gordon died out in India
The relatives came into town

It's following roads as the darkness falls
It's travelling, not to arrive
It's going on journeys when you don't know the end
Sometimes it's all you can do to survive

The men of my family weren't captains of industry
They laboured damn hard for a wage
But they never envied their brother in India
As he'd strut his colonial stage
They knew the world was all the same
And east or west the best was hame
But when Great-uncle Gordon died out in India
The relatives came into town

His brothers and sisters had the pick of his furniture
Some Indian tables and chairs
And long-buried differences came into view
As they fought over which piece was theirs
The blood of the family that ran deep in their veins
Went bad for a handful of bamboo canes
When Great-uncle Gordon died out in India
And the relatives came into town

Great-uncle Gordon was a big man in India
Though he stood five foot small in his shoes
Great-uncle Gordon made his fortune in India
Said the lawyer who sent us the news
He'd been there so long we'd kind of lost touch
But we were never a family for fighting much
Until Great-uncle Gordon's lawyer in India
Took the money and ran from the town