Trial of Ned Kelly

Oh, there's not a dodge worth knowing
Or showing, that's going,
But you'll learn (this isn't blowing)
From the Bold Kelly Gang.

We have mates where e'er we go
That somehow let us know
The approach of every foe
To the Bold Kelly Gang.

There's not a peeling riding
Wombat ranges, hill or siding
But would rather be for hiding
Though he'd like to see us hang.

We think their ranks, we rob their banks
And say no thanks for what we do —
Oh the terror of the Camp
Is the Bold Kelly Gang.

Then if you want a spree
Come with me and you'll see
How grand it is to be
In the Bold Kelly Gang.