Ned Kelly

Ned Kelly Ned Kelly, born 1854 Beveridge was my town I wasn’t born with a crown. Irish parents I have, Dad, a transported convict told me, when I was a lad. Dad, with possession of meat, Without explanation, Was locked up because Of legislation. Six months later Dad, died, got on the drink His liver, he fried. I was only 12, the oldest boy Helping my mum I tried to enjoy. Mixed up with the wrong crowd Harry Power, he was loud. Steve Hart, was the counterpart. Receiving a stolen horse Got me convicted, Yes of course. Named an outlaw bushranger All in town thought, I was a danger. Mother imprisoned, I started my gang, It was on, I’m going out with a bang. Had a proud moment. Saved a boy from drowning, Felt like a king, without the crowning. Received a green sash for bravery, the only moment I felt, I wasn’t in slavery.