POOR NED (REDGUM)

D                  A                      G                 D

Eighteen-hundred & seventy-eight was the year I remeber so well

D                        A               G                  D

They put my father in an early grave and slung my mother in gaol

D                       A            

Now I don't know what’s right or wrong

         G              D

But they hung Christ on nails

D                      A

Six kids at home and two still on the breast

     G                     D

They wouldn't even give her bail

CHORUS

D                A

Poor Ned, you're better off dead

   G                              D

At least you'll get some peace of mind

D

You're out on the track

A

Yhey're right on your  back

G                          G

boy they're gonna hang you high      

You know I wrote a letter 'bout Stringy-Bark Creek

So they would understand

That I might be a bushranger

But I'm not a murdering man

I didn't want to shoot Kennedy

Or that copper Lonnigan

He alone could have saved his life

By throwing down his gun

CHORUS

You know they took Ned Kelly

And they hung him in the Melbourne gaol

He fought so very bravely

Dressed in iron mail

And no man single handed

Can hope to break the bars

It's a thousand like Ned Kelly

Who'll hoist the flag of stars

We sing...CHORUS

alternate keys  - C G F C

          or    - G D C G