Oh, Paddy, dear, oh, did you hear the news that's going around,
On the head of bold Ned Kelly, they have placed two thousand pounds,
And on Steve Hart and Joe Byrne and Dan two thousand more they'd give,
But if the price was doubled the Kelly gang would live.

It's hard to think such plucky heart in crime should be employed,
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 the likes you never seen.

Revenge is sweet and in the bush they can defy the law,
Such sticking up and plundering the likes you' never seen.

Twas in November, '78, when the Kelly Gang came down,
Just after shooting Kennedy, in famed Euroa town,
Good persons they were all upon, revolvers in their hands,
They took the township by surprise and gold was their demand.

Ned Kelly walked into the bank, a cheque all in his hand,
To have it changed for money now 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 me mate.

And when that he refused him, he looking at him straight,
Said, "See here, my name's Ned Kelly and this here man's me mate.

The safe was quickly gutted then, the drawers turned out as well,
The Kelly's being quite polite, like any noble swell,
With flimsies, gold and silver coin, and three pennies and all,
Amounting to two thousand pounds, they made a glorious haul.

"Now hand out all your firearms", Ned Kelly boldly said,
"And all your ammunition, boys, or a bullet through your head,
Now jump into the buggy and we'll take you for a drive
Your wife and family too must come, so make them look alive."

Now jump into the buggy and we'll take you for a drive
Your wife and family too must come, so make them look alive.

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.

Throughout this whole affair, me boys, they never fired a shot,
The way they work was splendid and shall never be forgot,
Now where they've gone is a mystery and the truthers cannot tell,
Until I hear from them again, I bid you all farewell.

Now where they've gone is a mystery and the truthers cannot tell,
Until I hear from them again, I bid you all farewell.

Oh, Paddy dear, do shed a tear but I can't but sympathize,
Those Kellys are the devils for they've made another rise,
This time across in billabong, where Morgan had his beat,
They robbed the banks of thousands and in safety did retreat.

The matter may be serious, 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, that they could not get away,
But they turned up in New South Wales and made the journey pay.

They said they had them all hemmed in, that they could not get away,
But they turned up in New South Wales and made the journey pay.

The next day 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 and 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.

The ladies in attendance indulged in pleasant talk,
And just to ease the troopers minds, they took them for a walk.

The farce was here repeated as I've already told,
They've 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 luckily he found him in his bath.

The robbing o'er they mounted then and made a quick retreat,
And swept away with all their loot, by Morgan's' ancient beat,
So where they've gone I do not know, if I did I wouldn't tell,
So now, until I hear from them, I'll bid you all farewell.

And where they've gone I do not know, if I did I wouldn't tell,
So now, until I hear from them, I'll bid you all farewell.