The Ranges of Strathbogie

Out in the ranges of Strathbogie,
We do fiercely roam,
The caves we seek, our hiding place,
Are a wild and barren home.
Two thousand pounds are on my head,
The bloodhounds on my track.
I’ll make them pay and rue the day
Their mothers gave them birth.
I’ll shoot them down like prowling dingo, hawk or carrion crow,
Or any other miscreant that seeks my overthrow.
I’ll shot them down like kangaroos
That rove the mountain side,
I’ll leave their carcase bleeding,
All on the woodland side.

Ballad written by Joe and sourced from ‘Ned Kelly: The Illustrated History’ by Keith McMenomy.

Illustration by Aidan Phelan.

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