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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

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