The Letter
John C Munro

From Euroa to Jeriderie we were the grand performers
We took the banks for all they had in store
And charmed the townsfolk with our craik and knew that no informers
Would give us up or speak against the four

We took delight in riding free, the masters of our fate
Heroes to the battlers all around
But nagging rage and bitterness still greet me when I wake
And so the world must know what lies abound

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In the quiet times I see that it has all got out of hand
For Dan and Steve and Joe will fall with me
And who will know what drove us to this life and to this end
So I've put it in this letter now for everyone to see

The widow's son, the murderer, the bright days and the dark
By my own hand the story will unfold
My sister's virtue, mother's love, the four at Stringybark
All victims of the lies Fitzpatrick told

To the traitor Irish policemen who serve the British crown
To the rich whose greed leaves nothing for the poor
To those with cause to fear me and who seek to bring me down
I give fair warning - vengeance swift and sure…..

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This letter bears a promise, like a whispering in the sails
or the rust that turns Victoria's fields of corn,
like the dry that brings the locust to the crops in New South Wales
Are you listening, can you hear the coming storm

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