The Ballad of Ned Kelly (Live)

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