Sandy Denny - The Ballad Of Ned Kelly lyrics

rate me

Eighteen hundred and eighty five

Is a year I remember so well

When they drove Old Brad into an early grave

And sent my mother to jail

Now I don't know what's right or wrong

But they hung Christ on nails

But with six kids at home and two still on her breast

They wouldn't even give her bail

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Oh Ned, you're better off dead

You get no peace of mind

A track's a trail

And they're hot on your tail

Before they're gonna hang you high

I did write a letter

And I sealed it with my hand

Tried to tell about Stringy Bog Creek

And tried to make them understand

Oh, that I didn't wanna kill Kennedy

Or cause his blood to run

Well he alone could have saved his life

By throwing down his gun

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Well I'd rather die like Donahue

That bush-ranger so brave

Than be taken by the government

And forced to walk in chains

Well I'd rather fight with all my might

While I have eyes to see

Well I'd rather die ten thousand times

Than hang from a gallow's tree.

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