June Tabor - Streets of forbes

Come all of you Lachlan men, and a ^Atearful ^Btale I'll ^F#mtell Concerning of a good man bold, who ^Athrough misfortune ^C#mfell His ^F#mname it was Ben Hall, a ^Bman of good re^C#mnown Who was ^F#mhunted from his ^Bstation and ^F#mlike a ^C#mdog shot ^F#mdown

Three years he roamed the roads, and he ^Ashowed the ^Btraps some ^F#mfun A thousand pounds was on his head with ^AGilbert and John ^C#mDunn Ben ^F#mparted from his comrades, the ^Boutlaws did a^C#mgree To give a^F#mway bush^Brangin' and ^F#mcross the ^C#mraging ^F#msea

Ben went to Goobang Creek and ^Athat was ^Bhis down^F#mfall For riddled like a sieve was ^Avaliant Ben ^C#mHall It was ^F#mearly in the morning, u^Bpon the fifth of ^C#mMay That the ^F#mseven police sur^Brounded him, as ^F#min his ^C#msleep he ^F#mlay

Bill Duggan he was chosen to ^Ashoot the ^Boutlaw ^F#mdead The others fired madly, as ^Aif they were a^C#mfraid Then they ^F#mrolled him in a blanket and they ^Btied him to his ^C#mprad And they ^F#mdragged him through the ^Bstreets of Forbes to ^F#mshow the ^C#mprize they ^F#mhad