He was alone of his people
In a Melbourne hotel on a Friday night
He was alone of his people
But he just sat on his own he was feeling alright
From the west coast of Africa
Seeking knowledge he'd come
He was a student of medicine
He stuck out like a sore thumb
He was alone of his people, alone of his race
Alone of his people, alone in a strange strange place
Strange strange place
Then they burst in like thunder
They were chanting their lines
They wore haircuts from Britain
They wore boots just like mine
And their blood it was up
As the beers they went down
It was six against one
It was a night on the town
He was alone of his people, alone of his race
Alone of his people, alone in a strange place
Alone to the blows, alone to the ravages
He was alone among savages
Now next day in the newspaper
This young man he replied
Said he could not believe
All their hatred inside
Though the wounds would soon heal
Well it was no disgrace
And he would not soon forget
The looks on their face
And I will not soon forget
All my feelings of shame
So will you tell me Ron Casey
Tell me who is to blame?
And will you tell me Bruce Ruxton
Is this the country You fought for?
Was it six against one
The way you won that old war?