Oh mother it hurts so bad
I'm cold and hungry and I miss my dad
If I could ride I'd ride back home
To the Warby Ranges where I used to roam

My darling Ned if I could only touch you
It would surely make the past seem worth our due
Those coppers set us on our way to this house
Hold your head up high and keep your rouse

I can't stop thinking 'bout Steve and Dan
I couldn't hold them back not to a man
And what about Kate my darling sister
If there's anyone at all I'll miss her

Oh Ned we didn't stand a chance
Because it's hard times when you're Irish in this dance
Harassed and hounded to the sound of your voice
Blind persecution born to no choice

That bastard Barry he's like all the rest
To the hanging of the poor the mans obsessed
I wonder how to history we'll be read
If he had his way we'd all be swinging dead

Close your eyes son and think of home
The one across the sea that's right there in your bones
You've done us proud and gave us hope
You've got a Kelly's heart and all they've got is rope