Now four jolly troopers from Mansfield town
Were sent out to hunt all them Kelly boys down
They searched through the wombat for most of a week
And they camped on the banks of the Stringybark creek
But Lonigan's widow, she's a singing no songs
She walks these red hills and she cries all night long
They say that Ned Kelly had never done wrong
Tell that to Lonigan's widow
Early that morning amid laughter and shouting
Kennedy and Scanlon they rode out a scouting
And left McIntyre to cook up the grub
While Lonigan sang at the old washing tub
They were cleaning the camp, boiling some tea
When up jumped Ned Kelly with his comrades three
With a shout and a cry and a crack of a gun
Lonigan staggers…and Lonigan's done
But Lonigan's widow she's singin' no songs
She walks these red hills and she cries all night long
They say that Ned Kelly ain't never done wrong
But tell that to Lonigan's widow
He's crawling, he's crying he's clawing the ground
His voice makes a pleading and pitiful sound
Of the way that he's dying, nobody will speak
When they tell of the glory's on Stringybark creek
But Lonigan's widow she sang him no songs
She walks these red hills, she cries all night long
They say that Ned Kelly ain't never done wrong
But tell that to Lonigan's widow
So sing of Ned Kelly, the lad of renown
The pride of Australia, the scourge of the crown
Sing of his bravery and God bless his head
And bury the truth as you bury the dead
But Lonigan's widow, she's singing no songs
She walks these red hills and she cries all night long
They say that Ned Kelly ain't never done wrong
Ned Kelly, ain't never done wrong
Ned Kelly's never done wrong
But tell that to Lonigan's widow
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