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