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letra de the ballad of ned kelly - fotheringay

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

- fotheringay

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