Kelly on a mountain
Beating on a drum
Thundering down Strathbogie
Bringing brumbies home.

Kelly in a clouded night
The white face in the rain
Seeking a late candle
Set to window pane.

The stranger in the shadow
Of the last camp fire,
Silent as a snow gum,
Burdened with desire.

Kelly is the wind man
In the heart of all,
Running short on conscience,
Holding law in thrall,

The apocalyptic horseman
'Twixt moonlight and the day
Who rides through gold to murder,
To quicklime and to clay.