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Ned Kelly

The Kellys

[author unknown]

Ye sons of Australia, forget not your braves,
Bring the wild forest flowers to strew o'er on the graves
Of the four daring outlaws whose race it is run,
And place on their tombs the wild laurels they've won.

On the Banks of Euroa they made their first rush,
They cleared out at Coppies, then steered through the bush,
Black-trackers and troopers soon did them pursue
But cast out their anchor when near them they drew.

The daring Kate Kelly how noble her mien
As she sat on her horse like an Amazon queen.
She rode through the forest, revolver at hand,
Regardless of danger - who dare bid her stand?

May the angels protect this young heroine bold
And her name be recorded in letters of gold,
Though her brothers were outlaws she loved them most dear
And hastened to tell them when danger was near.

But the great God of Mercy, who scans all our ways
Commanded grim Death to shorten their days.
Straightway to Glenrowan their course He did steer
To slay those bold outlaws and stop their career.

The daring Ned Kelly came forth from the inn,
To wreak his last vengeance he then did begin,
To slaughter the troopers straightway he did go
And tore up the railway their train to o'erthrow.

But the great God of Mercy, to balk his intent,
And stop the destruction, a messenger sent,
A person named Curnow, who seemed in great dread,
Cried out to the troopers, 'There's danger ahead.'

But Time hath its change; how dreadful their fate;
They found out their error when it was too late.
The house was surrounded by troopers two score,
And also expected a great many more.

The daring Ned Kelly, revolver in hand,
Came to the veranda, the troopers he scanned,
Said he, 'You cursed wretches, we do you defy,
We will not surrender, we conquer or die.'

Like the free sons of Ishmael, brought up in the wilds,
Amongst forests and mountains and rocky defiles,
These brave, lawless fellows would not be controlled,
And fought ten to one, until death we are told.

Next day at Glenrowan, how dreadful the doom
Of Hart and Dan Kelly, shut up in a room -
A trooper named Johnson set the house all aflame
To burn those bold outlaws, it was a great shame.

The daring Kate Kelly came forth from the crowd,
And on her poor brother she called out aloud,
'Come forth, my dear brother, and fight while you can!'
But a ball had just taken the life of poor Dan.

Next morning our hero came forth from the bush,
Encased in strong armour his way he did push.
To gain his bold comrades it was his desire -
The troopers espied him, and soon opened fire.

The bullets bound off him just like a stone wall,
His fiendish appearance soon did them appal;
His legs unprotected a trooper then found,
And a shot well directed brought him to the ground.

Now he arose captured, and stripped off his mail,
Well guarded by troopers and taken to jail.
Indicted for murder, it grieved him full sore;
His friends and relations his fate may deplore.

Now, you daring young fellows take warning by me,
Beware of bushranging, and bad company,
For like many others you may feel the dart
Which pierced the two Kellys, Joe Byrne, and Steve Hart.

This document is an extract from Australian Folklore: A Dictionary of Lore, Legends and Popular Allusions, compiled by W. Fearn-Wannan [Bill Wannan] (first published 1970), page 323-325. Australian Bush Ballads, edited by Stewart and Keesing (Sydney, 1955), is cited as the original source. Another version of the same poem, entitled "Ye sons of Australia, forget not your braves" appeared in John Meredith's Six Authentic Songs from the Kelly Country (Sydney, 1955) with the attribution ""First published by "The Bulletin", and acknowledgement was made to "Mrs Gladys Scrivener, Erskineville (NSW) for the tune, and Mr J.K.Moir, Melbourne, for the words".
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