In the year of 1826,
A mystery would soon unfold,
How a man gone four months missing,
Was a cruel deed unresolved

Frederick Fisher was a man well known
Out in the colony of Campbelltown
But he shared his land with a lesser man
Who wanted it for his own
A bitter voice in the dead of the night
Angry blows began to fall
George Worrall struck Fisher down
And he laid him in a hole

There's a calling from the other side
An ill wind stirs his bones
They say there's no end
'Till a soul has revenge
Some say that dead men don't speak
Bring 'em down to Fishers creek

Worrall claimed that Fisher had retired
And that he'd left the shores for England-O
To avoid a hasty wedding
Worral forged the papers to prove so
Arrested once on suspicion of the crime
But they couldn't nail him down
He lined his pockets with Fred Fisher's gold
And he moved to Sydney town

Then one dark and stormy night
A stranger ran into the bar
He claimed that he'd seen Fred Fisher's ghost
At a bridge by Fishers farm
They found the blood in the dawns early light
Where a ghost stood by the rail
Pointing to a grave nearby
George Worrall confessed in gaol