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… So, is Ned Kelly an original score? Hell no. Is it worth getting? Absolutely, especially if you enjoyed this score’s obvious influences. Fans of ‘Pearl Harbor’ and ‘Titanic’ will find similar thematic beauty in abundance here. ‘Saving A Life’ is particularly noteworthy for its use of haunting vocals, something that appears to be a specialty of Badelt’s, considering he arranged ‘Now We Are Free’ for ‘Gladiator’ and used some very peculiar vocals in ‘The Time Machine’. The appropriately entitled ‘The Light’ is this score’s lightest and happiest track. A soft theme is performed by clarinet, pennywhistle and strings, while staccato strings and woodwinds dance in the background.

Peter Simons Movie Music UK

Bushwackers: Ned Kelly Was Born In A Ramshackle Hut

Album: Ned
Released: 2005
Lyrics: Traditional
Label: EMI

Information: TheBushwackers.com.au

 
Ned Kelly was born in a ramshackle hut,
He battled since he was a kid,
He grew up with duffers and bad men and thieves
And learned all the things that they did.
Ned Kelly would ride from the back-country hills,
He’d ride into town like a lord,
He’d steal all the squatters’ fine horses, and then
He would take them back for the reward.
At sixteen young Ned was a wild, reckless lad,
Helped hold up a coach without fear,
But he was arrested, remanded, and then,
They put him in gaol for a year.
When he came out, he was bitter and hard,
Far worse than he ever had been,
He robbed and he plundered, became a wild boy,
The wildest Australia had seen.
He shot down the troopers who came on his track,
And laughed at the price on his head,
Ten thousand pounds for the whole of the gang,
And two thousand pounds just for Ned.
The bank at Jerilderie next took his eye,
This job brought him lots of renown,
He wasn’t contented to stick up the bank,
But he held up the whole flaming town.
Down at Glenrowan they held up the pub,
They were having a drink and a song,
The troopers rode up and surrounded the place,
The Kellys had waited too long.
Ned came out shooting, a gun in each hand,
And wearing his armour of steel,
He was fifteen times wounded before he fell down,
Never more would he plunder and steal.
They took him to Melbourne, and nursed him to health,
The Judge said, ‘You’re guilty!’ to Ned,
A rope from a rafter, the sun in the east,
And the famous Ned Kelly was dead.
Some say he’s a hero who gave to the poor,
While others ‘A killer!’ they say,
It just goes to show the old saying is true,
The saying that ‘Crime does not pay.’
Yet when I look round at some people I know,
And the prices of things that I buy,
I say to myself, ‘Well, perhaps after all,
Poor Ned wasn’t such a bad guy.’

The Whitlams: Kate Kelly

Album: Torch the Moon
Released: 2002
Lyrics: James Willing, Timothy Freedman
Producer: Daniel Denholm
Label: Black Yak

Information: TheWhitlams.com

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

Midnight Oil: If Ned Kelly Was King

Album: Place Without A Postcard
Released: 1981
Lyrics: Peter Garrett, Jim Moginie
Composer: Peter Garrett, Jim Moginie
Producer: Glyn Johns
Label: Sprint Music

Information: MidnightOil.com
Hollow threats and a great adventure
So much business, towns in the dirt
Company cars and efficient Americans
Three black boys sit in the corner
White woman waiting to talk
Lots of intention but no understanding
If Ned Kelly was king
He’d make those robbers swing
He’d send them down
Out in the dead heart, tourists and cameras
Four wheel drives wreck, snapshots and slides
Follow the brochures but nothings inside
Heavy machinery loud in the outback
Dreamtime developers they make all the sound
Where will we be when they leave us a quarry?
If Ned Kelly was king
He’d make those robbers swing
He’d send them down there
He’d make them stay
And we can hope
If Ned Kelly…
If the quinella comes in today

Redgum: Poor Ned

Album: If You Don’t Fight You Lose
Released: 1978
Lyrics: Trevor Lucas
Producer: Mark Boath, Chris Gunn
Label: Larrikin

Information: Facebook.com

Poor Ned, you’re better off dead
At least you’ll get some peace of mind
You’re out on the track
They’re right on your back
Boy they’re ‘gonna hang you high
Eighteen hundred and seventy eight
Was the year I remember so well
They put my father in an early grave
Slung my mother in gaol
Now I don’t know what’s right or wrong
But they hung Christ on nails
Six kids at home and two still on the breast
They wouldn’t even give her bail
Poor Ned, you’re better off dead
At least you’ll get some peace of mind
You’re out on the track
They’re right on your back
Boy, they’re ‘gonna hang you high
You know I wrote a letter
‘Bout Stringy-Bark Creek
So they would understand
That I might be a bushranger
But I’m not a murdering man
I didn’t want to shoot Kennedy
Or that copper Lonnigan
He alone could have saved his life
By throwing down his gun
Poor Ned, you’re better off dead
At least you’ll get some peace of mind
You’re out on the track
They’re right on your back
Boy, they’re ‘gonna hang you high
You know they took Ned Kelly
And they hung him in the Melbourne gaol
He fought so very bravely
Dressed in iron mail
And no man single-handed
Can hope to break the bars
It’s a thousand like Ned Kelly
Who’ll hoist the flag of stars
Poor Ned, you’re better off dead
At least you’ll get some peace of mind
You’re out on the track
They’re right on your back
Boy, they’re ‘gonna hang you high

Johnny Cash: Ned Kelly

Album: A Man In Black
Released: 1971
Lyrics: Johnny Cash
Producer: Johnny Cash
Label: Columbia

In Australia a bandit or an outlaw was called a bushranger
One of Australia’s most infamous bushrangers was a man named Ned Kelly
Ned Kelly was a wild young bushranger
Out of Victoria he rode with his brother Dan
He loved his people and he loved his freedom
And he loved to ride the wide open land
Ned Kelly was a victim of the changes
That came when his land was a sprout and seed
And the wrongs he did were multiplied in legend
With young Australia growing like a weed
Ned Kelly took the blame
Ned Kelly won the fame
Ned Kelly brought the shame
And then Ned Kelly hanged
Well he hid out in the bush and in the forest
And he loved to hear the wind blow in the trees
While the men behind the badge were coming for him
Ned said they’ll never bring me to my knees
But everything was changed and run in cycles
And Ned knew that his day was at an end
He made a suit of armour out of ploughshares
But Ned was brought down by the trooper’s men
Ned Kelly took the blame
Ned Kelly won the fame
Ned Kelly brought the shame
And then Ned Kelly hanged

Waylon Jennings: Lonigan's Widow

Album: Ned Kelly [Soundtrack]
Released: 1970
Lyrics: Shel Silverstein
Producer: Ron Haffkine
Label: United Artists

Now four jolly troopers from Mansfield town
Were sent out to hunt all them Kelly boys down
They searched through the wombat for most of a week
And they camped on the banks of the Stringybark creek
But Lonigan’s widow, she’s a singing no songs
She walks these red hills and she cries all night long
They say that Ned Kelly had never done wrong
Tell that to Lonigan’s widow
Early that morning amid laughter and shouting
Kennedy and Scanlon they rode out a scouting
And left McIntyre to cook up the grub
While Lonigan sang at the old washing tub
They were cleaning the camp, boiling some tea
When up jumped Ned Kelly with his comrades three
With a shout and a cry and a crack of a gun
Lonigan staggers…and Lonigan’s done
But Lonigan’s widow she’s singin’ no songs
She walks these red hills and she cries all night long
They say that Ned Kelly ain’t never done wrong
But tell that to Lonigan’s widow
He’s crawling, he’s crying he’s clawing the ground
His voice makes a pleading and pitiful sound
Of the way that he’s dying, nobody will speak
When they tell of the glory’s on Stringybark creek
But Lonigan’s widow she sang him no songs
She walks these red hills, she cries all night long
They say that Ned Kelly ain’t never done wrong
But tell that to Lonigan’s widow
So sing of Ned Kelly, the lad of renown
The pride of Australia, the scourge of the crown
Sing of his bravery and God bless his head
And bury the truth as you bury the dead
But Lonigan’s widow, she’s singing no songs
She walks these red hills and she cries all night long
They say that Ned Kelly ain’t never done wrong
Ned Kelly, ain’t never done wrong
Ned Kelly’s never done wrong
But tell that to Lonigan’s widow