Текст Redgum – Poor Ned

Eighteen-hundred and 78 was the year I remember so well
They put my father in an early grave and slung my mother in gaol
Now I don’t know what’s right or wrong
But they hung Christ on nails

And we sing

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

And we sing

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 they took Ned Kelly
And they hung him in the Melbourne gaol
He fought so very bravely
Dressed in iron mail

We sing
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