The Death of Ben Hall

Traditional




Come all Australia's son to me, a hero has been slain
Murdered by cowards in his sleep along the Lachlan Plain

So do not stay your manly grief, but let the tear drops fall
For all Australia mourns today the death of brave Ben Hall

He never robbed a needy man as all his records show
But staunch and loyal to his mates and manly to the foe

No mark of Cain was on his brow, no widow's curse did fall
Only the robbing rich man feared the coming of Ben Hall

For ever since the good old days of Turpin and Duval
The poor men's friends were Outlaws then, and so was brave Ben Hall

But savagely they murdered him, those cowardly blue-coat imps
Led to where he lay asleep by sneaking Peelers Pimps

So do not stay your manly grief, but let the tear drops fall
For all Australia mourns today the fate of brave Ben Hall


Another classic about Ben Hall.

Recorded many times, this version from Gary Shearston's 1965 album, Traditional Australian Songs of Bolters, Bushrangers and Duffers.