哦,帕迪亲爱的,你听到的新闻going round, On the head of bold Ned Kelly They have placed two thousand pound. And on Steve Hart, Joe Byrne and Dan Two thousand more they'd give, But if the price was doubled, boys, The Kelly gang would live. 'Tis hard to think such plucky hearts In crime should be employed, 'Tis by police persecution They have all been much annoyed. Revenge is sweet, and in the bush They can defy the law, Such sticking up and plundering You never saw before. 'Twas in November, Seventy-eight, When theKelly Gang came down, Just after shooting Kennedy, To famed Euroa town; To rod the bank of all its gold Was their idea that day, Blood-horses they were mounted on To make their getaway. So Kelly marched into the bank, A cheque all in his hand, For to have it changed for money Of Scott he did demand. And when that he refused him, He, looking at him straight, Said, 'See here, my name's Ned Kelly, And this here man's my mate.' With pistols pointed at his nut, Poor Scott did stand amazed, His stick he would have liked to cut, But was with funk half crazed; The poor cashier, with real fear, Stood trembling at the knees, But at last they both seen 'twas no use And handed out the keys. The safe was quickly gutted then, The drawers turned out, as well, The Kellys being quite polite, Like any noble swell. With flimsies, gold and silver coin, The threepennies and all Amouning to two thousand pounds, They made a glorious haul. 'Now hand out all your firearms,' The robber boldly said, 'And all your amunition - Or a bullet through your head. Now get your wife and children - Come man, now look alive; All jump into this buggy And we'll take you for a drive.' They took them to a station About three miles away, And kept them close imprisoned Until the following day. The owner of the station And those in his employ And a few unwary travellers Their company did enjoy. An indian hawker fell in, too, As everybody knows, He came in handy to the gang By fitting them with clothes. Then with their worn-out clothing They made a few bonfires, And then destroyed the telegraph By cutting down the wires. Oh, Paddy dear, do shed a tear, I can't but sympathize, Those Kellys are the devils, For they've made another rise; This time across the billabong, On Morgan's ancient beat, They've robbed the banks of thousands, And in safety did retreat. The matter may be serious, Pat, But still I can't but laugh. To think the tales the bobbies told Must all amount to chaff. They said they had them all hemmed in, They could not get away, But they turned up in New South Wales, And made the journey pay. They rode into Jerilderie town At twelve o'clock at night, Aroused the troopers from their beds, And gave them an awful fright. They took them in their night-shirts, Ashamed I am to tell, They covered them with revolvers And locked them in a cell. They next acquainted the womenfolk That they were going to stay And take possession of the camp Until the following day. They fed their horses in the stalls Without the slightest fear, Then went to rest their weary limbs Till daylight did appear. Next morning being Sunday morn Of course they must be good, They dressed themselves in troopers' clothes, And Ned, he chopped some wood. No one there suspected them, As troopers they did pass, And Dan, the most religious one, Took the sergeant's wife to mass. They spent the day most pleasantly, Had plenty of good cheer, Fried beefsteak and onions, Tomato-sauce and beer; The ladies in attendance Indulged in pleasant talk, And just to ease the troopers minds, They took them for a walk. On Monday morning early, Still masters of the ground, They took their horses to the forge And had them shod all round; Then back they came and mounted, Theri plans all laid so well, In company with troopers They stuck up the Royal Hotel. They bailed up all the occupants, And placed them in a room, Saying, 'Do as we comand you, Or death will be your doom.' A chineses cook, 'No savvy' cried, Not knowing what to fear, But they brought him to his senses With a lift under the ear. All who now approached the house Just shared a similar fate, In hardly any time at all The number was twenty-eight. They shouted freely for all hands, And paid for all they drank, And two of them remained in charge, And two went to the bank. The farce was here repeated As I've already told, They bailed up all the banker's clerks And robbed them of their gold. The manager could not be found, And Kelly, in great wrath, Searched high and low, and l