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Run, run, run, you’ll never take me alive

Johnny Dunn’s a rovin’ under clear australian skies

Oh run, run, run, you’ll never take me alive

Johnny Dunn’s a bushranger til the day he dies

I was raised out in the country

Down Murramburrah way
And me folks they worried that me heart

Was lost out in the plains
What will we do with Johnny Dunn?
They’d soon renounce my name
For like a flood, their convict blood

Was coursing through my veins

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As soon as I had come of age,

Couldn’t take it anymore
I'd packed my bags and laid them down

On the Ben Hall Gang’s front door
What will we do with Johnny Dunn?
Said the outlaws I adored
I’m sorry Mum, I’ve now become

Australian folklore

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Bailing up all the wealthy folk,

All the merchants, maids and men
The bandit life was fraught with strife,

We’d be caught not if but when
What will we do with Johnny Dunn?
Raise your glass and have a ball

'Cause if you love the lash and stolen cash

The drinks are on Ben Hall.

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Troopers hot upon our tails

And Ben is in his grave

The Prodigal Son who was born to run

Was soon to be betrayed
What will we do with Johnny Dunn?
It's time to say your prayers.

Gilberts dead, Pop sold me head

And the Traps had snagged the hare.

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Bailed up in a prison cell,

Cockatoos squawking outside
Could you believe at just nineteen years of age,

I was soon to kick the sky
What will we do with Johnny Dunn?
I asked myself in vain
Nothing to do now but to turn around

And renounce all of my ways

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After summer of 1866,

I had finally met my fate
A man appeared with a big white beard

To meet me at the gate
What will do with Johnny Dunn?
St Peter asked of me
So with some pluck I bailed him up

And continued on me way

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