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Ned Kelly was a bandit,
A bushranger was he.
He terrorised the countryside,
Around Jerilderie.
Every
story that was told,
And every song they sang,
Was about that band of outlaws,
Ned Kelly and his gang.
At
last the law caught up with him,
At Glenrowan Inn.
Though he wore home-made armour,
His chances they were thin.
The
armour covered his body,
And, of course, his head.
But his legs were not protected,
From his assailants’ lead.
And
when they got him into court,
He knew he’d lost all hope,
He got a suspended sentence,
Aye, suspended from
a rope!
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This song is about Edward "Ned" Kelly (June 1854[1] – 11 November 1880) was an Australian bushranger
of Irish descent. His legacy is controversial; some consider him to be a murderous villain, while others view him as a folk
hero and Australia's equivalent of Robin Hood.
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