Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Ballad Of Ned Kelly, artist - Fotheringay. Album song Nothing More - The Collected Fotheringay, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 29.03.2015
Record label: Universal-Island
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 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 |