Sandy Denny - The Ballad Of Ned Kelly Lyrics
Eighteen hundred and eighty fiveIs a year I remember so wellWhen they drove old brad into an early graveAnd sent my mother to jailNow I dont know whats right or wrongBut they hung christ on nailsBut with six kids at home and two still on her breastThey wouldnt even give her bailChorusOh ned, youre better off deadYou get no peace of mindA tracks a trailAnd theyre hot on your tailBefore theyre gonna hang you highI did write a letterAnd I sealed it with my handTried to tell about stringy bog creekAnd tried to make them understandOh, that I didnt wanna kill kennedyOr cause his blood to runWell he alone could have saved his lifeBy throwing down his gunChorusWell Id rather die like donahueThat bush-ranger so braveThan be taken by the governmentAnd forced to walk in chainsWell Id rather fight with all my mightWhile I have eyes to seeWell Id rather die ten thousand timesThan hang from a gallows tree.Chorus