So you just keep on drinking
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and you try to forget
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How they strung up Joe Byrne
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to the jailhouse door
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Like a marionette
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He was dead for two days
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and I'll tell you no lies
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With the press still around him
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making their money
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Shooting postcards of him through the flies
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Close your eyes Kate
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and I'll sing you to sleep
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Close your eyes, your dreams will be sweet
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Kate Kelly, Kate Kelly
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I'm gonna sing you to sleep
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Ned rose up through the mist
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man made of iron
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Fighting his way to the smouldering inn
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Where Joe and his brother were dying
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They had to shoot out his legs Kate
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and if you could sleep
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You could forget that they cut off his head
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For the warden's paperweight
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Close your eyes Kate
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and I'll sing you to sleep
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Close your eyes
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your dreams will be sweet
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Don't linger around here
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may your soul rest in peace
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Kate Kelly, Kate Kelly
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I'm gonna sing you to sleep
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Now you do horse tricks
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in a wild west show
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Sharp-shooting Kate
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the last of the Kellys
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Now the queen of a rodeo
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Was Joe your lover?
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Did he send you some word?
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A friend to your brothers
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all the way to the end
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Where as brothers-in-arms
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they would fall
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Close your eyes Kate
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I'll sing you to sleep
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Close your eyes, your dreams will be sweet
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Kate Kelly, Kate Kelly
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I'm gonna sing you to sleep
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Kate Kelly, Kate Kelly
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I'm gonna sing you to sleep
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just keep on drinking
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and you try to forget
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How they strung up Joe Byrne
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to the jailhouse door
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Like a marionette
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Kate Kelly
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The Whitlams |