The Ballad of Ben Hall

Come all you sons of liberty and listen to my tale

A story of bushranging days I will to you unveil

It's all about those heroes, God bless them one and all

We'll sit and sing God Save The King. Dunn, Gilbert and Ben Hall.


Ben Hall he was a squatter and he owned six hundred head

A peaceful and a quiet man until he met Sir Fred

The troopers burnt his homestead down, his cattle perished all

"I've all my sentence yet to earn," was the word of brave Ben Hall.


John Gilbert was a flash cove and young O'Meally, too

With Ben and Bourke and Dunn and Vane, they were a gallant crew

They bailed the Carcour mailcoach up and they made the troopers crawl

There's a thousand pound set on the heads of Dunn, Gilbert and Ben Hall.


From Bathurst down to Goulburn town they made the coaches stand

While far behind Sir Frederick's men were labouring through the land

Then at Canowindra's best hotel they gave a public ball

"We don't hurt them who don't hurt us," said Dunn, Gilbert and Ben Hall.


They held the gold commissioner to ransom on the spot

But Johnny Vane surrendered after Mickey Bourke was shot

O'Meally at Goimbla did like a hero fall

"We'll take the country over yet," said Dunn, Gilbert and Ben Hall.


They never robbed a needy man the records go to show

But staunch and loyal to their mates, unflinching to the foe

So we'll drink a toast tonight, my lads, their memories to recall

We'll sit and sing "God Save The King, Dunn. Gilbert and Ben Hall