The Saga Of A Bushranger
Six hundred banks behind him
A dozen police on his heels
Lawfully hunted for his crimes
He ran into a field
As shots rang out he fell
Killed by thirty pieces of lead
At least that is the story told
The truth is hidden to history
Yet revealed in legends old
Of a man who slept beneath a tree
Shot once while he laid dreaming
His body mutilated by police
Shot thirty more times in his bedroll
Such is the story of bushranger Ben Hall
A criminal murdered in his sleep
Or was he a man who faced justice
At the end of policemen’s rifles
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