Bushranger, Daniel Morgan

Me name is Daniel Morgan There’s a thousand pounds on me head Just me and me native lad We upset the Traps, the silly chaps, Gawd strike me dead. The Traps were camping , on the green old lagoon. Me n Billy shot a few Had em squealing like a loon, In New South Wales, after noon. Mad Dog Morgan is me name, Bushranging is me plurry game, With my pistol you will bail up, Some say I’m really quite insane, Some wont give me up, either? So they shot me in the throat, An here I lie a dying, Cut off me bloody head , Gawd strike me dead, Police desk, me skull, a lying. Scrotum for tobacco pouch. For Victoria’s top Policeman, Pretty prize, yes dead or alive, Don’t be sad n blue, a grieving {about 1865) Don Johnson This Irish guy had lots of support, From the ex convict’s n Aussie sports , Deported Irish of all sorts Not really, not surprising!