Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Ballad of Ned Kelly, artist - Sandy Denny. Album song Live at My Father's Place, 1974, in the genre Date of issue: 21.04.2016
Record label: Floating World
Song language: English
The Ballad of Ned Kelly |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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. |