Ned Kelly (Born In Chains)
Ned Kelly born in chains, tried to break that bondage on Victoria’s planes.
His father from his land was ripped. It’s a long way from Greta to Tip.
Apprenticed to an outlaw at 14, a young headstrong Ned Kelly.
Eleven-mile creek to the wombat range, they roamed the dusty by-ways,
Then Power fooled young Ned, Ned Kelly never did forget.
He tried to live as an honest man, worked Killwarra mill with honest hands.
For two years he plied that trade, but with a crooked law lay his fate.
He took the hand of Mary Hearn-in her eyes forgot the crazy world,
She ran from the law of the gun, to safety under California’s sun.
When he heard his daughter was born, he forgot all his scorn,
Laughing at the sky, they danced through the night, til the sun.
Joe Byrne sang Rose O’ Connell, Hart danced a jig, Dan took to the bottle.
Laughing at the sky, they danced through the night ‘til the sun.
At Glenrowan the beginning of the end, Kellys clad in iron bullets ripped Neds leg.
Dan and Steve torn to shreds, their dead black painted bodies marked the end.
From Tipperary to the Tasman Sea, from Sligo to the High Country.
The pasts not dead it not even past, a story is the sail on future’s mast
No the pasts not dead it’s not even past, our stories are the sail on future’s mast.
From Tipperary to the Tasman Sea, from Sligo to the High Country.
Ned Kelly born in chains, tried to break that bondage on Victoria’s planes.
His father from his land was ripped. It’s a long way from Greta to Tip.
Apprenticed to an outlaw at 14, a young headstrong Ned Kelly.
Eleven-mile creek to the wombat range, they roamed the dusty by-ways,
Then Power fooled young Ned, Ned Kelly never did forget.
He tried to live as an honest man, worked Killwarra mill with honest hands.
For two years he plied that trade, but with a crooked law lay his fate.
He took the hand of Mary Hearn-in her eyes forgot the crazy world,
She ran from the law of the gun, to safety under California’s sun.
When he heard his daughter was born, he forgot all his scorn,
Laughing at the sky, they danced through the night, til the sun.
Joe Byrne sang Rose O’ Connell, Hart danced a jig, Dan took to the bottle.
Laughing at the sky, they danced through the night ‘til the sun.
At Glenrowan the beginning of the end, Kellys clad in iron bullets ripped Neds leg.
Dan and Steve torn to shreds, their dead black painted bodies marked the end.
From Tipperary to the Tasman Sea, from Sligo to the High Country.
The pasts not dead it not even past, a story is the sail on future’s mast
No the pasts not dead it’s not even past, our stories are the sail on future’s mast.
From Tipperary to the Tasman Sea, from Sligo to the High Country.