The Ballad Of Ned Kelly - Fotheringay

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 Chorus

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 Chorus 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 gallows tree.

Chorus