Thunderbolt
There?s a graveyard in Uralla
That?s in New South Wales you know
Where a highway man lies buried
Many, many years ago
Thunderbolt his tombstone names him,
He who rides the range at night
Those who?ve met him in the moonlight
Say he?s Thunderbolt all right!
People loved this handsome outlaw,
People loved him far & wide,
Tried to guard him from the troopers
When he roamed the countryside.
Housewives used to hang a blanket
As a signal on the line
Red ones said ?Look out for troopers!?
White ones asked him into dine!
There?s a legend in New England
Thunderbolt has never died.
Still he haunts the Moonbi Ranges
And the lovely countryside.
Folks declare that they have seen him
When the moon is on the wane
Riding like a flash of lightning
To Uralla once again!
Thunderbolt! It?s Thunderbolt
Riding to Uralla,
From the Moonbi Ranges
As he used to ride of yore;
The past returns to meet him
And his ghostly friends to greet him
But he needn?t fear the troopers,
He is safe for ever more!
Came the day that shocked New England
Someone told the p?lice he?d seen
Thunderbolt with pals at Blanche?s
Raising glasses to the Queen.
Swift the troopers rode to take him,
Even to this day folk speak
Of the way the troopers shot him,
Shot him by Kentucky Creek.
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