Letra de
Poor Ned

Eighteen-hundred & 78 was the year I remeber so well
they put my father in an early grave and slung my mother in gaol
now I don't know whats right or wrong
but they hung Christ on nails
6 kids at home & 2 still on the breast
they wouldn't even give us bail
Poor Ned, you're better off dead
at least you'll get some peace of mind
you're out on the track
they're right on your back
boy they're gonna hang you high )
You know I wrote a letter 'bout Stringy-Bark Creek