My name is Ben Hall from Urunga I came,
The cause of my turn out you all know the same;
I was sent to the gaol my cattle turned to the Crown
I was forced to the bush my sorrow to drown.
I was always well mounted with a gun in my hand,
And I always spoke kindly when I bid them to stand,
I always acted fair to the female kind,
When I thought of the dear girl I left behind.
One day I met a squatter, I thought he had cash,
For the evening before he'd been cutting a dash;
With a hundred and fifty in notes and in gold,
And I thought he had more by what I'd been told.
With a pistol well loaded and a gun in my hand,
I boldly rode up and I bid him to stand,
He passed out his money without ever a word
And I gave him five pounds for his help on the road.
Here's health to Frank Gardiner who's closely confined
Also young Jack Vane who is free from his time,
And I'll go to the bush and fare on this wealth,
And then I'll preserve the last shot for myself.
