FRANK GARDINER he is caught at last And now in Sydney jail— For wounding Sergeant Middleton And robbing the Mudgee mail, For plundering of the escort And Cargo mail also. It was for gold he made so bold And not so long ago. His daring deeds surprised them all Throughout our Sydney land; He gave a call unto his friends And quickly raised a band. Fortune always favoured him Until the time of late; There was Burke, the brave O'Meally too, Met with a dreadful fate. Young Johnny Vane surrendered, Ben Hall received some wounds; And as for Johnny Gilbert, At Binalong he was found. Alone he was, he lost his horse, Three troopers hove in sight; He fought the three most manfully, Got slaughtered in the fight. Farewell adieu to outlawed Frank He was the poor man's friend; The Government has secured him, The laws he did offend. He boldly stood his trial And answered in a breath "And do what you will, you can but kill, I have no fear of death!" Fresh charges brought against him From neighbours near and far Day after day they remanded him, Escorted from the bar. And now it is all over The sentence it is passed Reprieving from the gallows cursed This highwayman at last. When lives you take—a warning, boys— A woman never trust; She will turn round, I will be bound, Queen's evidence the first. Two and thirty years he's doomed To slave all for the Crown; And well may he say he cursed the day He met old Mother Brown. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WANDERER: A ROCOCO STUDY (FIRST VERSION) by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE WASHERS OF THE SHROUD; OCTOBER, 1861 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL COTTON MILL FUNERAL by STEWART ATKINS STANZAS ADDRESSED TO PERCY BYSSHE SHELLY by BERNARD BARTON PSALM 91 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE MY SOUL by NETTIE STEPHENSON BOWEN |