Poor Ned

Eighteen-hundred & 78 was the year I remeber so well they put my father in an early grave and slung my mother in gaol now I don't know whats right or wrong but they hung Christ on nails 6 kids at home & 2 still on the breast they wouldn't even give us bail ( CHORUS: Poor Ned, you're better off dead at least you'll get some peace of mind you're out on the track they're right on your back boy they're gonna hang you high ) You know I wrote a letter 'bout Stringy-Bark Creek so they would understand that I might be a bushranger but I'm not a murdering man I didn't want to shoot Kennedy or that copper Lonnigan he alone could have saved his life by throwing down his gun CHORUS You know they took Ned Kelly & they hung him in the Melbourne gaol he fought so very bravely dressed in iron mail & no man single handed can hope to break the bars there's a thousand like Ned Kelly who'll hoist the flag of stars we sing...CHORUS