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Convicts and Bushrangers

by The Queensland Tiger

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============== LYRICS ============== Jim Jones at Botany Bay (Traditional) --------------------------------------------------- [V.1] Oh listen for a moment, lads, and hear me tell me tale, How over the sea from England’s shore I was compelled to sail. The jury says,“ He’s guilty, sir ! ” and says the judge, says he, “For life, Jim Jones, I’m sending you across the stormy sea. ------------------------------------------------------------- [V.2] And take my tip before you ship to join the iron gang. Don’t be too gay at Botany Bay, or else you’ll surely hang. Or else you’ll surely hang,” says he, “and after that, Jim Jones, It’s high up on the gallows tree, the crows’ll pick your bones. ------------------------------------------------------------------- [V.3] “You’ll have no chance of mischief there, remember what I say. They’ll flog the poaching out of you, when you gets to Botany Bay”. The waves were high upon the sea, the winds blew up in gales, I ‘d rather have drowned in misery than go to New South Wales. ----------------------------------------------------------- [V.4] The winds blew high upon the sea, and the pirates came along, But the soldiers on our convict ship were 500 strong.… They opened fire and somehow drove the pirate ship away. I’d rather have joined that pirate ship than go to Botany Bay. ------------------------------------------------------------------- [V.5] For day and night the irons clang, and, like poor galley-slaves, We toil and moil and when we die must fill dishonoured graves. But by and by I’ll break my chains; into the bush I’ll go, And join the brave bushrangers there, Jack Donahue and Co. ------------------------------------------------------------------- [V.6] And one dark night when everything is silent in the town I’ll kill the tyrants one and all, I’ll shoot the floggers down. I’ll give the law a little shock, remember what I say, They’ll yet regret they sent Jim Jones in chains to Botany Bay ============================
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============== LYRICS ============== Van Diemen’s Land (Traditional) ----------------------------------------------------------- [ V.1 ] Come all you gallant poachers, who ramble void of care, That walk out on a moonlit night with dog ‘n gun ‘n snare. By the keepers of the land, one night we were trepanned And for fourteen years transported unto Van Diemen’s Land. ----------------------------------------------------------- [ V.2 ] The ship that bore us from the shore, the Speedwell was her name For full five months and upward, we ploughed the raging main We saw no land nor harbour, I tell you it’s no lie All about us one blank ocean, above us one blue sky ----------------------------------------------------------- [ V.3 ] And as we sail, blows wild the gale, dark shadows guard the grill ; They try in vain our minds to chain, our thoughts of freedom kill, And as we sulk in convict hulk, aye, shackled feet and hand, Oh, but men be free who poachers be bound for Van Diemen’s land. ----------------------------------------------------------- [ V.4 ] The first day that we landed upon that fatal shore, The planters gathered ‘round us, some twenty score or more, They ranked us off like horses and they sold us out of hand, Then they yoked us to the ploughs, me boys, to plough Van Diemen's Land. ----------------------------------------------------------- [ V.5 ] Often when I’m slumbering, I have a pleasant dream With my true love I’m sitting down beside some purling stream With my friends telling stories, about me all they stand Then I wake up broken hearted upon Van Diemen’s Land ----------------------------------------------------------- [ V.6 ] Oh, if I had a thousand pounds all laid out in my hand, I'd give it all for Liberty if that I could command Once more to my home I'd return, and be a happy man, And I’d bid adieu to poaching, and to Van Diemen’s Land ----------------------------------------------------------- [ CODA] Young men all beware, Lest you be drawn into a snare Young men all beware, Lest you be drawn into a snare =================================
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============== LYRICS ============== Moreton Bay (Traditional) ------------------------------------------ [V.1] One Sunday morning as I went walking, by Brisbane Waters I chanced to stray, I heard a convict his fate bewailing, as on the sunny river bank he lay ; "I am a native of Erin's island but banished now from my native shore, They stole me from my aged parents and from the maiden whom I do adore.” ----------------------------------------------------- [V.2] "I've been a prisoner at Port Macquarie, at Norfolk Island and Emu Plains, At Castle Hill and at cursed Toongabbie, at all these settlements I've been in chains ; But of all places of condemnation, and penal stations in New South Wales, To Moreton Bay, I can find no equal : excessive tyranny each day prevails.” ----------------------------------------------------- [V.3] "For three long years I was beastly treated, and heavy irons on my legs I wore, My back with flogging was lacerated, and ofttimes painted with my crimson gore, And many a man from downright starvation lies mouldering now underneath the clay, And Captain Logan he had us mangled all at the triangles of Moreton Bay.” ------------------------------------------------------- [V.4] "Like the Egyptians and ancient Hebrews, we were oppressed under Logan's yoke, Till a native black lying there in ambush did deal this tyrant his mortal stroke. My fellow prisoners, be exhilarated, that all like monsters such a death may find ! And when from bondage we’re liberated, our former sufferings shall fade from mind." ===============================
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============== LYRICS ============== The Black Velvet Band ( Traditional ) -------------------------------------------------- [V.1] In a neat little town they call Belfast apprenticed to trade I was bound And many an hour of sweet happiness, I spent in that neat little town Till a sad misfortune came over me and caused me to stray from the land Far away from me friends and relations and the girl with the black velvet band ---------------------------------------------------------------- [CHORUS] But her eyes, they shone like diamonds, you'd think she was queen of the land And her hair hung over her shoulders, tied up with a black velvet band. -------------------------------------------------- [V.2] I took a stroll with this pretty fair maid, and a gentleman passing us by Well I knew she meant the doin’ of him, by the look in her roguish dark eyes A gold watch she picked from his pocket and placed it right into my hand But the law it came and arrested me ! Bad luck ! That black velvet band ! -------------------------------------------------- [CHORUS] But her eyes, they shone like diamonds, you'd think she was queen of the land And her hair hung over her shoulders, tied up with a black velvet band. -------------------------------------------------- [V.3] Before the judge and the jury, next morning I had to appear The judge he says to me, " Young man, your case it is proven quite clear We'll give you seven years penal servitude, to be spent far away from the land Far away from your friends and relations, betrayed by that black velvet band " ------------------------------------------------------------------ [CHORUS] But her eyes, they shone like diamonds, you'd think she was queen of the land And her hair hung over her shoulders, tied up with a black velvet band. -------------------------------------------------- [V.4] So come all you jolly young fellows a warning take by me When you are out on the town me lads, beware of them pretty colleens They’ll fill you with whiskey and porter till you are unable to stand And the very next thing that you'll know is you've landed in Van Diemen’s Land ------------------------------------------------------------------ [CHORUS] But her eyes, they shone like diamonds, you'd think she was queen of the land And her hair hung over her shoulders, tied up with a black velvet band. ========================================
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=========== LYRICS ============= Convict Maid (Traditional) ----------------------------------- [ V1 ] You lads and lassies all attend to me I relate my tale of misery Through hopeless love was I once betrayed Now I am, alas, a convict maid -------------------------------------------------------- [ V2 ] To please my lover did I try so sore That I spent upon him all my master's store In his anger did so loud upbraid He brought before the judge this convict maid ------------------------------------------------------- [ V3 ] The judge’s sentence then to me addressed Which filled with agony my aching breast, “ To Botany Bay you must be conveyed For seven long years to be a convict maid ” ------------------------------------------------------ [ V4 ] For seven long years I’ve toiled in pain and grief And I curse the day that I became a thief Had I stuck by some honest trade I ne’er would have become a convict maid. =================================
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================ LYRICS ================= Bold Jack Donahue (Traditional) ---------------------------------- [ V.1 ] “ In Dublin Town I was brought up, that city of great fame, My friends and my relations they will tell to you the same ; It was for the sake of five hundred pounds I was sent across the main, To spend my life in New South Wales and wear a convict's chain. ” ----------------------------------------------------- [ V.2 ] “ I'd scarce been there twelve months or more upon the Australian shore, When I took to the highway as I'd oft-times done before, There was me and Jacky Underwood, and Webber and Walmsley too, These were the brave associates of bold Jack Donahue. ” ----------------------------------------------------- [ V.3 ] Now Donahue was taken all for a notorious crime, And sentenced to be hanged upon the gallows tree so high, But when they came to Sydney gaol, he left them in a stew For when they came to call the roll, they missed Jack Donahue. ----------------------------------------------------- [ V.4 ] When Donahue made his escape, to the bush he went straightway, The squatters they were all afraid to travel by night or day, For every day in the newspaper they brought out something new, Concerning that bushranger called bold Jack Donahue. ----------------------------------------------------- [ V.5 ] As Donahue was cruising one summer's afternoon, Listening to the kookaburras, their happy laughing tune, A sergeant of the horse police discharged his carabine, And called aloud on Donahue to fight or to resign. ----------------------------------------------------- [ V.6 ] "Resign to you, you cowardly dogs, a thing I’ll never do, For I'll fight this night with all my might ", cried bold Jack Donahue, " I'd rather roam the bush so wild like a dingo or kangaroo, Than work one hour for government ", cried bold Jack Donahue. ----------------------------------------------------- [ V.7 ] He fought six rounds with the horse police until that fatal ball, Which pierced his heart and made him start, caused Donahue to fall, And as he closed his mournful eyes, he bid this world adieu, Saying, "Convicts all, pray for the soul, of bold Jack Donahue". ===========================================
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================== LYRICS =============== The Wild Colonial Boy (Traditional) ----------------------------------------------------------------------- [ V.1 ] There was a wild colonial boy, Jack Donahue by name Of poor but honest parents, he was born in Castlemaine He was his father’s only hope, his mother’s pride and joy And dearly did his parents love the wild colonial boy ------------------------------------------------------------------------- [ V.2 ] At scarcely sixteen years of age he left his native home A convict to Australia, across the seas to roam They put him in the iron gang in the government’s employ, But ne’er an iron on earth could hold the wild colonial boy ------------------------- [ CHORUS ] ----------------------------- So come away, me hearties, We'll roam the mountains high, Together we will plunder, Together we will die. We'll wander through the valleys And we’ll gallop o’er the plains, But we’ll scorn to live in slavery, Bound down by iron chains. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- [ V.3 ] In sixty one this daring youth commenced his wild career With a heart that knew no danger, no trooper did he fear He stuck up the Beechworth mail-coach and he robbed Judge MacEvoy Who trembling cold, gave up his gold, to the wild colonial boy --------------------------------------------------------------------- [ V.4 ] He bade the Judge good morning and he told him to beware That he'd never rob a needy chap or one who acted square But a judge who’d rob a mother of her one and only joy Would be a much worse outlaw than the wild colonial boy ---------------------------------------------------------------------- [ V.5 ] And when they sentenced him to hang to end his wild career, With a loud shout of defiance, bold Donahoe broke clear. He robbed the wealthy squatters, their stock he did destroy A terror to Australia was the wild colonial boy ------------------------- [ CHORUS ] -------------------------------- So come away, me hearties, We'll roam the mountains high, Together we will plunder, Together we will die. We'll wander through the valleys And we’ll gallop o’er the plains, But we’ll scorn to live in slavery, Bound down by iron chains. ------------------------------------------- [ V.6 ] One day as Jack was cruising the mountainside along A- listening to the kookaburras, their happy laughing song Three mounted troopers came along, Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy They thought that they would capture him, the wild colonial boy. ------------------------------------------- [ V.7 ] “Surrender now, Jack Donahue, you see it’s three to one Surrender in the king’s high name, you daring highwayman!” Jack drew a pistol from his belt and he waved it like a toy "I'll fight but not surrender" cried the wild colonial boy ------------------------------------------- [ V.8 ] He fired at trooper Kelly, and he brought him to the ground And in return from Davis, he received a mortal wound All shattered through the jaw he lay, still firing at Fitzroy And that’s the way they ended him, the wild colonial boy ------------------------- [ CHORUS ] -------------------------------- So come away, me hearties, We'll roam the mountains high, Together we will plunder, Together we will die. We'll wander through the valleys And we’ll gallop o’er the plains, But we’ll scorn to live in slavery, Bound down by iron chains. ==================================
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=============== LYRICS ===================== Eugowra Rocks (Traditional) -------------------------------------------------------- [ V.1 ] It's all about bold Frank Gardiner with the devil in his eye He said, "We've work before us lads we've got to do or die So blacken up your faces before the dead of night Its over by Eugowra Rocks, we'll either fall or fight" ------------------------------------------------------- [ CHORUS : ] You can sing of Johnny Gilbert, Dan Morgan and Ben Hall But the bold and reckless Gardiner, He's the boy to beat them all ---------------------------------------------------- [ V2 ] “ We'll stop the Orange escort with powder and with ball We'll shoot the coach to pieces, we'll down the peelers all We'll lift the diggers' money, we'll collar all their gold So mind your guns are killers now, my comrades true and bold “ ------------------------------------------------------- [ CHORUS : ] You can sing of Johnny Gilbert, Dan Morgan and Ben Hall But the bold and reckless Gardiner, He's the boy to beat them all -------------------------------------------------- [ V3 ] So now off go the rifles the battle has begun The escort started running boys all in the setting sun The robbers seized their plunder so saucy and so bold And they're riding from Eugowra Rocks encumbered with their gold ------------------------------------------------------- [ CHORUS : ] You can sing of Johnny Gilbert, Dan Morgan and Ben Hall But the bold and reckless Gardiner, He's the boy to beat them all ------------------------------------------------------ [ V4 ] And as with savage laughter they left that fatal place They cried "We've struck bonanza boys, we've won the steeplechase ! " And Gardiner their leader, he shouted out, " Hooray, I think we've won our fortunes at Eugowra Rocks today" ------------------------------------------------------- [ CHORUS : ] You can sing of Johnny Gilbert, Dan Morgan and Ben Hall But the bold and reckless Gardiner, He's the boy to beat them all =======================
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================= LYRICS ================== Dunn, Gilbert and Ben Hall ( Traditional ) -------------------------------------------------------------- [V.1] Come all you wild colonials, and listen to my tale, A story of bushranging deeds I will to you unveil. ‘Tis of those gallant heroes, game fighters one and all, We’ll sit and sing, long live the King, Dunn, Gilbert, and Ben Hall. --------------------------------------------------------------------- [V.2] Frank Gardiner was a bushranger of terrible renown, He robbed the Forbes gold escort, and eloped with Kitty Brown, But in the end they lagged him, two and thirty years in all. “We must avenge the Darkie”, says Dunn, Gilbert and Ben Hall. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- [ V.3 ] Ben Hall he was a squatter who owned six hundred head. A peaceful man he was until arrested by Sir Fred ; His home burned down, his wife cleared out, his cattle perished all. “I've all my sentence yet to earn” was the word of bold Ben Hall. --------------------------------------------------------------------- [ V.4 ] John Gilbert was a flash cove, and John O’Meally too; With Ben and Bourke and Johnny Vane they all were comrades true. They bailed the Carcoar mail coach up and made the troopers crawl. It was nothing but diversion for Dunn Gilbert and Ben Hall ----------------------------------------------------------------------- [ V.5 ] “ Hand over all your watches and the banknotes in your purses. All travelers must pay toll to us ; we don’t care for your curses. We are the rulers of the roads, we’ve seen the troopers fall, And we want your gold and money ”, says Dunn, Gilbert and Ben Hall. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- [ V.6] From Bathurst down to Goulburn town they made the coaches stand, While far behind, Sir Frederick's men were labouring thro' the land They rode into Canowindra and gave a public ball. “Roll up, roll up, and have a spree”, says Gilbert, and Ben Hall. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- [ V.7] They took possession of the town, including the public houses, And treated all the cockatoos and shouted for their spouses. They danced with all the pretty girls and held a carnival. “We don’t hurt them who don’t hurt us,” says Gilbert and Ben Hall. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- [V.8] They made a raid on Bathurst ,the pace was getting hot But Johnny Vane surrendered after Micky Bourke was shot. O'Meally at Goimbla did like a hero fall; “The game is getting lively,” says John Gilbert to Ben Hall. ---------------------------------------------------- [ V.9 ] John Dunn he was a jockey, a-riding all the winners, Until he joined Hall’s gang to rob the publicans and sinners, And many a time the Royal Mail bailed up at John Dunn’s call. A thousand pounds is on their heads – Dunn, Gilbert, and Ben Hall. --------------------------------------------------- [ V.10 ] “ Next week we’ll visit Goulburn and clean the banks out there; So if you see the peelers, better tell them to beware. Some day to Sydney city, we mean to pay a call, We’ll take the whole damn country,” says Dunn, Gilbert, and Ben Hall. "We’ll take the whole damn country,” says Dunn, Gilbert, and Ben Hall. ================================
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============== LYRICS ================= THE STREETS OF FORBES (1865, pub. 1911) by John McGuire : Brother-in-law of Ben Hall (1837-1865) ====================================== [V.1] Come all you Lachlan men, and a sorrowful tale I'll tell Concerning a bold hero who through misfortune fell. His name it is Ben Hall, a man of good renown, Who was taken from his station, and like a dog shot down. ---------------------------------------- [V.2] Three years he roamed the roads, and he showed the “traps” some fun. A thousand pounds was on his head, with Gilbert and John Dunn, Ben parted from his comrades, for the outlaws had agreed To give away bushranging and cross the briny sea. -------------------------------------------------- [V.3] Ben went to Goobang Creek … Ah, but that was his downfall, For riddled like a sieve was the valiant Ben Hall. 'Twas early in the morning, upon the fifth of May That the seven police surrounded him as fast asleep he lay. ------------------------------------------- [V.4] Billy Dargin he was chosen to shoot the outlaw dead, Then the troopers fired madly and they filled him full of lead Then they wrapped him in his blanket, and they strapped him to his prad And they dragged him through the streets of Forbes to show the prize they had ! ======================================
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================= LYRICS ==================== Fannie Bay (David Charles and Douglas Tainsh ) ------------------------------------------------------------------ [ V.1 ] Tell her I'm droving down Camooweal way Or signed with pearlers for seas far away You can tell her I've gone, I'll be back some day Please don't tell her they hanged me in old Fannie Bay. ------------------------------------------------- [ CHORUS 1 ] And on Thursday Island the sun warms The air as the breeze from the sea blows Her hair and she sits by her window and calls me. Yes, she calls me -------------------------------------------------------------- [ V.2 ] You can say I've gone on the old 'River Queen' Its whistle a-haunting the bullockies' dream, Down the Murray I've gone, I'll be back some day Please don't tell her they hanged me in old Fannie Bay. ------------------------------------------------------------------ [ CHORUS 2 ] And they came to the door and they dragged me Away from all that I love And I pray that it won't reach her ear 'Cause I love her. And she'd die for sure. -------------------------------------------------- [ V.3 ] You can say the bush has called me away And I'm riding the fences for ten bob a day, Yes, I needed a job, I needed the pay Please don't tell her they hanged me in old Fannie Bay ------------------------------------------------- [ CHORUS 1 ] And on Thursday Island the sun warms The air as the breeze from the sea blows Her hair and she sits by her window and calls me. Yes, she calls me -------------------------------------------------- [ V.4 ] Just say the gold has taken me down To the places where fortunes are easily found Yes, I've gone but tell her I'll be back some day Just don't tell her they hanged me in old Fannie Bay ------------------------------------------------------- [ CHORUS 2 ] And they came to the door and they dragged me Away from all that I love And I pray that it won't reach her ear 'Cause I love her. And she'd die for sure. =======================
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================== LYRICS ================= The Ballad of) Stringybark Creek (event in 1878) (Traditional) --------------------------------------------------------------------------- [ V1 ] A sergeant and 3 constables, rode out from Mansfield town Near the end of last October, to hunt the Kellys down They headed for the Wombat Hills and thought it quite a lark To be camped along the borders of a Ck. called Stringybark ------------------------------------------------------------------------- [ V2 ] Scanlon and the sergeant rode away to search the scrub Leavin’ MacIntyre and Lonigan in camp to cook the grub Ned Kelly and his comrades came to take a nearer look For being short of flour they wished to interview the cook ------------------------------------------------------------------------- [ V3 ] Both troupers at a stump alone they were well pleased to see Watchin’ as the billy boiled, to make their pints of tea They joked and chatted gaily, never thinking of alarm Till they heard the dreaded cry behind,“ Bail up ! Throw down your arms ! ” ------------------------------------------------ [ V4 ] The traps they started wildly, Mac then firmly stood While Lonigan made tracks to gain the cover of the wood Brave Kelly muttered sadly as he loaded up his gun, “ Oh what a flamin’ pity that the beggar tried to run ! ” ------------------------------------------------------------------------- [ V5 ] Later in the afternoon the sergeant and his mate Came riding blindly through the bush, to meet a cruel fate “ The Kellys have the drop on you ! ” cried MacIntyre aloud But the troupers thought it was a joke and sat their horses proud --------------------------------------------------------------------------- [ V6 ] Then Trouper Scanlon made a move, his rifle to unsling But to his heart a bullet sped, and death was in its sting And Kennedy leapt from his mount, and ran for cover near And bravely fought until the last for all that he held dear --------------------------------------------------------------------------- [ V7 ] MacIntyre, his life at stake, rode off for Mansfield town He broke the news that made men vow to shoot the Kellys down So from that hour the Kelly gang was hunted far and wide Like outlaw dingoes in the wild .... until the day they died. =========================================
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=============== LYRICS =================== Ned Kelly was Born in a Ramshackle Hut ( Traditional ) -------------------------------------------------------------------- [ V.1 ] Ned Kelly was born in a ramshackle hut, He battled since he was a kid, He grew up with duffers and bad men and thieves And learnt all the bad things that they did. -------------------------------------------------------------------- [ V.2 ] Ned Kelly would ride from the back-country hills, He'd ride into town like a lord, He'd steal all the squatters' fine horses, and then He’d take them back for the reward. ---------------------------------------------------- [ V.3 ] At sixteen young Ned was a wild, reckless lad, Helped hold up a coach without fear, But he was arrested, remanded, and then, They put him in jail for a year. ---------------------------------------------------- [ V.4 ] When he came out, he was bitter and hard, Far worse than he ever had been, He robbed and he plundered, became a wild boy, The wildest Australia had seen. ---------------------------------------------------- [ V.5 ] He shot down the troopers who came on his track He laughed at the price on his head, Ten thousand pounds for the whole of the gang And two thousand pounds just for Ned. ------------------------------------------------- [ V.6 ] The bank at Jerilderie next caught his eye, This job brought him lots of renown, He wasn't contented to stick up the bank, So he held up the whole flaming town. -------------------------------------------------- [ V.7 ] Down at Glenrowan they held up the pub, They were having a drink and a song, The troopers rode up and surrounded the place, The Kellys had waited too long. ------------------------------------------- [ V.8 ] Ned came out shooting, a gun in each hand, And wearing his armour of steel, He was fifteen times wounded before he fell down, Never more would he plunder and steal. --------------------------------------------------- [ V.9 ] They took him to Melbourne, and nursed him to health The Judge said, ' You're guilty ! ' to Ned, A rope from a rafter, the sun in the east, And the famous Ned Kelly was dead. ---------------------------------------------------- [ V.10 ] Some say he's a hero who gave to the poor, Whilst others ' A killer ! ' they say, It just goes to show the old saying is true, The saying that 'Crime does not pay.' ---------------------------------------------------- [ V.11 ] Yet when I look round at some people I know, And the prices of things that I buy, I say to myself, ' Well, perhaps after all, Poor Ned wasn't such a bad guy. ' =================================
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===================== LYRICS ================ The Bushrangers by Edward Harrington (1896 – 1966) --------------------------------------------------------- [V.1] Four horseman rode out from the heart of the range, Four horseman with aspects forbidding and strange. They were booted and spurred, they were armed to the teeth, And they frowned as they looked at the valley beneath, As forward they rode through the rocks and the fern - Ned Kelly, Dan Kelly, Steve Hart and Joe Byrne. ------------------------------------------------------ [V.2] Ned Kelly drew rein and he shaded his eyes - 'The town's at our mercy! See yonder it lies! To hell with the troopers!' - he shook his clenched fist - 'We will shoot them like dogs if they dare to resist!' And all of them nodded, grim-visaged and stern - Ned Kelly, Dan Kelly, Steve Hart and Joe Byrne. --------------------------------------------------------------- [V.3] Through the gullies and creeks they rode silently down; They stuck-up the station and raided the town; They opened the safe and they looted the bank; They laughed and were merry, they ate and they drank. Then off to the ranges they went with their gold - Oh! Never were bandits more reckless and bold. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- [V.4] But time brings its punishment, time travels fast - And the outlaws were trapped in Glenrowan at last, Where three of them died in the smoke and the flame, And Ned Kelly came back - to the last he was game. But the Law shot him down (he was fated to hang), And that was the end of the bushranging gang. ---------------------------------------------------------------- [V.5] Whatever their faults and whatever their crimes, Their deeds lend romance to those faraway times. They have gone from the gullies they haunted of old, And nobody knows where they buried their gold. To the ranges they loved they will never return - Ned Kelly, Dan Kelly, Steve Hart and Joe Byrne. ----------------------------------------------------------------- [V.6] But at times when I pass through that sleepy old town Where the far-distant peaks of Strathbogie look down I think of the days when those grim ranges rang To the galloping hooves of the bushranging gang. Though the years bring oblivion, time brings a change, The ghosts of the Kellys still ride from the range. ……………………….. Ned Kelly, Dan Kelly, Steve Hart and Joe Byrne. ================================

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The Queensland Tiger is an Australian musician, who started his music journey later in life when he learnt to play piano in his 50’s. He has a life long love for traditional folk music and classic Australian poetry which he gained growing up as an Australian.

About five years after he started to play, The Queensland Tiger took to the studio to record his first track, a rendition of ‘Andy’s Gone with Cattle’ (words by Henry Lawson, tune by the late Hugh McDonald). Many other recordings of traditional folk songs followed.

‘Convicts and Bushrangers’ is his first album. The Queensland Tiger plays keyboards and sings, and is joined by various talented accompanists. The album is a fond reminder of Australian stories written at a time when poems and songs were widely circulated, and performed by locals. This is an album of fourteen mainly traditional ballads, but some of the arrangements are original e.g. ‘The Wild Colonial Boy’. The Queensland Tiger attempts to breathe new life into these old ballads and this will appeal to modern listeners.

What makes this album more interesting is that the songs are arranged chronologically, and the listener may take a tour through the past. The opening track, “Jim Jones at Botany Bay” refers to the first convict settlement at Sydney Cove in 1788, and the final three songs are about the Kelly gang, the last of the famous bushrangers. The Kelly’s were at large in the 1870s, and Ned Kelly was hanged in 1880, so the whole album covers a period of nearly 100 years of colonial era history.

The Queensland Tiger has been influenced by such folk artists as the Bushwackers, Chris Kempster, Shirley Jacobs, Gary Shearston, Hugh McDonald, and Penny Davies and Roger Illot, to name only some. The Queensland Tiger is passionate about keeping folk music alive and passing on this rich tradition to future generations.

This is the first of many traditional folk albums to come from this artist, with the second album currently in the works. Future albums will feature Henry Lawson and Banjo Paterson, and other poets.

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released November 20, 2019

Accompanists : Mikhail Bugaev (violin), Jessie Morgan (violin), Sharon Sullivan (violin), Natasha Jaffe (cello), Lillian Penner (violin, cello )

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The Queensland Tiger covers traditional Australian ballads mainly from 19C.: e.g. Henry Lawson, Banjo Paterson, Breaker Morant, Charles Thatcher, etc…. true to the original works.
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