The Streets of Forbes

Come all of you Lachlan men and a terrible tale I'll tell

Concerning of a hero bold who through misfortune fell

His name it was Ben Hall, a man of high renown

He was hunted from his station and like a dog shot down


Three years he roamed the roads and he showed the traps some fun

A thousand pounds was on his head with Gilbert and John Dunn

Ben parted from his comrades, the outlaws did agree

To give away bushranging and  cross the briny sea


Ben went to Goobang Creek and that was his downfall

For riddled like a sieve was valiant Ben Hall

T' was early in the morning upon the fifth of May

That the seven police surrounded him as fast asleep he lay


Bill Dargin, he was chosen to shoot the outlaw dead

The troopers then fired madly and filled him full of lead

Then wrapped him in his blanket and they strapped him to his prad

And they dragged him through the streets of Forbes to show the prize they had.


Bill Dargin was originally Ben's friend but rumour has it that he thought Ben was after his wife so he helped the police track Ben down and fired the first shot. A prad is a horse. Every year on the fifth of May, flowers appear on Ben Hall's grave and of all the famous bushrangers, including Ned Kelly, he is the one who elicits most public sympathy and there have been many attempts over the years to have him posthumously pardoned.