Jonny Dunn

Written by Jack (about his great uncle)

<Run, Run, Run, you'll never take me alive

Jonny Dunn's a rovin' under clear Australian skies

Run, Run, Run, you'll never take me alive

Jonny Dunn's a bushranger till the day he dies.>

I was raised down in the country, on the crookwell breadalbane?

and me folks they worried that me heart was lost out in the plain

<What will we do with Jonny Dunn?> They'd soon renounce my name

For like a flood, that convict blood was coursing through my veins

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As soon as I had come of age, couldn't take it any more.

I packed my bags and laid them down on the Ben Hall gang's front door

Cried the outlaws I adore

I'm sorry mum, we've now become Australian folklore.

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Oh I bailed up all the wealthy folk: all the merchants, mates, and men

Though the convict life was fraught with strife, we'd be caught not if but when

The traps had found our den

and with a crash the glass did smash and they killed our leader Ben

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Now I'm bailed up in a prison cell, cockatoos squawkin' outside

could you believe it just 19 years of age; I was soon to kiss the sky

<What will we do with Jonny Dunn?> I asked myself in vain

Nothing to do now but to turn around and renounce all of my ways

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In the summer of 1866, I finally met my fate

A man appeared with a big white beard to meet me at the gate

<Oh what will we do with Jonny Dunn?> Saint Peter asked of me

Soo....Like some schmuck[with some pluck] I bailed him up and continued on my way!

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