Come all Australian sons with me <br />For a hero has been slain <br />And cowardly butchered in his sleep <br />Upon the Lachlan Plain. <br />Pray do not stay your seemly grief <br />But let a teardrop fall <br />For many hearts shall always mourn <br />The fate of bold Ben Hall. <br /> <br />No brand of Cain e’er stamped his brow, <br />No widow’s curse did fall; <br />When tales are read the squatters dread <br />The name of bold Ben Hall. <br /> <br />The records of this hero bold <br />Through Europe have been heard, <br />And formed a conversation <br />Between many an Earl and Lord. <br /> <br />Ever since the good old days <br />Of Dick Turpin and Duval, <br />Knights of the road were outlaws bold, <br />And so was bold Ben Hall. <br /> <br />He never robbed a needy man, <br />His records best will show, <br />Staunch and loyal to his mates, <br />And manly to the foe. <br /> <br />Until he left his trusty mates, <br />The cause I ne’er could hear, <br />The bloodhounds of the law heard this <br />And after him did steer. <br /> <br />They found his place of ambush, <br />And cautiously they crept, <br />And savagely they murdered him <br />While the victim slept. <br /> <br />Yes, savagely they murdered him, <br />The cowardly blue-coat imps, <br />Who were laid onto where he slept <br />By informing peelers’ pimps. <br /> <br />No more he’ll mount his gallant steed, <br />Nor range the mountains high, <br />The widow’s friend in poverty – <br />Bold Ben Hall, good-bye.<br /><br />Anonymous Oceania<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/brave-ben-hall/
