Four Rode By

Willie Palmer's stallion was no twenty dollar cayuse
 And when the wild ones stole him he hightailed it into town
 Ussher in those days was keeping order in the district
 But before he'd ridden thirty miles the McLean boys shot him down
 Cho: Four rode by
 Rode through here
 Three Mclean boys and that wild Alex Hare
 They were armed
 All were armed
 It was them I'd have known them anywhere
 A shepherd known as Kelly saw the wild one as they passed
 They shot him with a rifle and took his watch and chain
 When the posse found him in the lonely cabin
 A hunger took their pride away and no one else was slain*
 They hung the boys in January eighteen eighty three
 First time in that province that they'd strung up brothers three
 And their sons killed nineteen Germans cross the seas back in seventeen
 One thing that's for damned sure they're a wild old family