Young was William Thornley, ever in his mother’s side Till on toy horse he a roving Went over the country side. Never so wicked a ranger Never an outlaw so bold As Young William Thornley Who turned to bush ranging At only three years old.
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They cajoled him with the lollies They threatened no dinner and off to bed And when he came out a fighting They shot poor young Thornley Dead.
O, never so wicked a ranger Never an outlaw so bold As Young William Thornley Who turned to bushranging At only three years old.
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Young was William Thornley,
ever in his mother’s side
Till on toy horse he a roving
Went over the country side.
Never so wicked a ranger
Never an outlaw so bold
As Young William Thornley
Who turned to bush ranging
At only three years old.
Off lib
They cajoled him with the lollies
They threatened no dinner and off to bed
And when he came out a fighting
They shot poor young Thornley Dead.
O, never so wicked a ranger
Never an outlaw so bold
As Young William Thornley
Who turned to bushranging
At only three years old.
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