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The moon rides high in a starry sky	A
And through the midnight gloom	B
A faery scene of woodland green	C
Her silver rays illume	B
Dark mountains show a ridge of snow	D
Against the deep blue sky	A
And a winding stream with sparkling gleam	B
Flows merrily murmuring by	A
Not a sound is heard save a bough when stirred	E
By the night wind's moaning sigh	A
Or piercing and shrill echoed back by the hill	F
A curlew's mournful cry	A
And twinkling bright in the shadowy night	G
A lonely taper shines	H
And seated there is a wanton fair	I
Who in amorous sadness pines	H
For her lord is gone and she sits alone	J
Alone in her mountain home	B
But 'twas not her lord that she deplored	K
For she liked to see him roam	B
The joy in her heart is a bushranger smart	L
Who lion like prowls in the night	G
And with supper all spread and a four post bed	M
She waits by the flickering light	G
Equipped for fight in trappings bright	G
Came a band of warriors there	I
By gallant Sir Fred right gallantly led	M
The 'ranger to seize in a snare	I
They spread all around and the house they surround	N
Nine men with revolver and gun	O
A reward's on his head cried the gallant Sir Fred	M
And we're nine to the bushranger's one	O
Still gleamed the light in the shades of the night	G
And still the pale moon shone	J
But no 'ranger came to cheer the dame	B
As she sat by the window alone	J
The warriors bold were freezing with cold	P
And wished they were in their beds	Q
When the echoing beat of a horse's feet	R
Sent the blood in a rush to their heads	Q
At gentle speed on a snow white steed	S
And singing a joyous song	T
To the beckoning light in the shadowy night	G
The bushranger rides along	T
A stalwart man was he to scan	U
And flushed with ruffian pride	V
In many a fray he had won the day	W
And the New Police defied	V
Up started then Sir Fred and his men	X
With cocked carbines in hand	Y
And called aloud to the 'ranger proud	Z
On pain of death to stand	Y
But the 'ranger proud he laughed aloud	Z
And bounding rode away	W
While Sir Frederick Pott shut his eyes for a shot	A2
And missed in his usual way	W
His troopers then like valiant men	X
With their carbines blazed away	W
The whistling lead on its mission sped	M
But whither none can say	W
The snow white steed at a gentle speed	S
Bore the 'ranger from their view	B2
And left Sir Fred to return to bed	M
There was nothing else to do	B2
But Sir Frederick Pott with rage was hot	A2
As he looked at his warriors eight	C2
They were nine to one with revolver and gun	O
He cursed his luckless fate	C2
He shuddered to think how his glory would sink	D2
When the country heard of the mess	E2
And the tale was told of his exploits bold	P
In the columns of the press	E2
In fury then he marched his men	X
To the home of the wanton fair	I
With warlike din they entered in	F2
To search and ransack there	I
In slumber sound a boy they found	N
And brave Sir Frederick said	M
By a flash in the pan we missed the man	U
So we'll take the boy instead	M

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