As Game As Poem by Neil Moulang

He learnt his trade from Harry Power
Horse stealin', bushranger, man of the hour
From Tiperary, transported to our shore
Married a Quinn girl, had a run-in with the law

Police came to arrest Ned Kelly's mum
For some small crime it was said that she had done.
When the policeman stepped onto Kelly's farm,
Ned shot him, shot him right in the arm.
These were the names the pubic would soon learn
Ned Kelly, Dan Kelly, Steve Hart & Joe Bryne

They roamed from Beechworth, Jeriderie to Glenrowan
Their hideouts and locations always kept unknown.
Never touched the women, or victimised the poor
They robbed the National Bank by knocking on it's door!
A big reward of 8,000 pounds
Would trap the gang and bring the Kelly's down.

The gang fled into the Wombat Hills
Pursued by police, three of whom they killed.
An informer with money in his eyes
Takes police to the Glenrowan Hotel
to watch as Kelly dies.
Clad in armour, fashioned from a plough
Ned fires on police- no fancy shooting now.
Shot and captured, Ned is led away.
The other members of the gang are killed in the affray.
Novemeber 11 in 1880
Was the day, the day that they hanged Ned Kelly.
We remember him still to this day
The legend of Ned Kelly will never go away.