Margret Kelly
Keith McKenry

So, Mrs Skillion, history passed you by - Your sister, Kate Kelly, is in the public eye.
Twas you that taught young Ned and Dan the rules of class and race,
Ere the colony Victoria might put them in their place.
It was you that took supplies to Ned when he was on the run,
Laying brush and leaves across your track, beneath the setting sun.
And when they threw Ma into goal, with a baby at the breast,
You slaved to keep two households then, and knew but little rest.
The ammunition getting low you went to Melbourne tow
To buy supplies - and showed the traps a merry run-around.
The blacktrackers getting close you sheltered all the gang,
And stood to fight beside them, ere the troopers turned and ran.
It was you that nursed the charred remains of Dan and poor Steve Hart,
And made the coward policemen cringe - and stood they well apart.
It was you that Ned he sent for, while awaiting trial in goal,
To handle the arrangements - 'cause they wouldn't go him bail!
But it was Kate, young Kate, who took the stage the night your brother hung
At the Music Hall in Melbourne. It's of her the songs are sung.
Now Kate is in the folk songs, and you are in the grave:
A Kelly to the very last, who knew how to behave.
You never expected justice Meg, and time will have its way.
But the Kellys are a legend, throughout this land today.