Eighteen Hundred And Eighty Five

Is A Year I Remember So Well

When They Drove Old Brad Into An Early Grave

And Sent My Mother To Jail

Now I Don't Know What's Right Or Wrong

But They Hung Christ On Nails

But With Six Kids At Home And Two Still On Her Breast

They Wouldn't Even Give Her Bail



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Oh Ned, You're Better Off Dead

You Get No Peace Of Mind

A Track's A Trail

And They're Hot On Your Tail

Before They're Gonna Hang You High



I Did Write A Letter

And I Sealed It With My Hand

Tried To Tell About Stringy Bog Creek

And Tried To Make Them Understand

Oh, That I Didn't Wanna Kill Kennedy

Or Cause His Blood To Run

Well He Alone Could Have Saved His Life

By Throwing Down His Gun



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Well I'd Rather Die Like Donahue

That Bush-ranger So Brave

Than Be Taken By The Government

And Forced To Walk In Chains

Well I'd Rather Fight With All My Might

While I Have Eyes To See

Well I'd Rather Die Ten Thousand Times

Than Hang From A Gallow's Tree.



Chorus