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Poor Ned
Poor Ned, you're better off deadAt least you'll get some peace of mindYou're out on the trackThey're right on your backBoy they're 'gonna hang you highEighteen hundred and seventy eightWas the year I remember so wellThey put my father in an early graveSlung my mother in gaolNow I don't know what's right or wrongBut they hung Christ on nailsSix kids at home and two still on the breastThey wouldn't even give her bailYou know I wrote a letter'Bout Stringy-Bark CreekSo they would understandThat I might be a bushrangerBut I'm not a murdering manI didn't want to shoot KennedyOr that copper LonniganHe alone could have saved his lifeBy throwing down his gunYou know they took Ned KellyLetras de cancionesAnd they hung him in the Melbourne gaolHe fought so very bravelyDressed in iron mailAnd no man single-handedCan hope to break the barsIt's a thousand like Ned KellyWho'll hoist the flag of stars
From Letras Mania