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Thunderbolt

written by Graham Roger for Barry Sinclair 2005

On the eleventh of September back in 1863
A young man by the name of Frederick Ward
Escaped from lawful custody with a vow that he'd live free
And so the Legend \"Thunderbolt\" was born.
He traveled far and wide across the north of New South Wales
As a bushranger and horseman of renown,
Respected by the settlers for the courage he displayed,
Despised by the Police who tracked him down.
He became the scourge of Cobb and Co, the hotels and the stores
As the words “Bail Up” resounded 'cross the land,
Too cunning for his victims and just too fast for the Law.
Thunderbolt would always gain the upper hand.
For six long years he plied his trade, a victim of the times,
When the governments and law had an iron hold,
And the punishment they handed down would far outweigh the crime,
All Australians felt for Captain Thunderbolt

Thunderbolt, Thunderbolt,
Do you still ride the wild New England like you did so long ago?
Do the icy winter winds that chilled your body to the bone
Still whisper the name Thunderbolt?

The Word went out one afternoon that Thunderbolt was seen,
Near Blanch's Inn south of Uralla town.
Two troopers armed with pistols, rode to bring the outlaw in,
Dead or alive, no taking chances now.
Well Thunderbolt took up the lead, he was racing like the wind,
But his horse began to fail and lose its ground,
And young trooper, Alex Walker, was now quickly closing in
His pistol drawn to bring the outlaw down.
They came upon a water hole that blocked the outlaws path.
He knew now that his race was finally run,
He plunged into the water with the trooper closing fast,
He cried, I'll die before the law will take me in.
A shot rang out with a deadly thud as the bullet found its mark.
The water in the creek turned crimson red.
One final lunge for freedom but his strength was failing fast,
http://www.craigstewart.com.au/ A moment later Thunderbolt lay dead.

Thunderbolt, Thunderbolt,
Do you still ride the wild New England like you did so long ago?
Do the icy winter winds that chilled your body to the bone
Still whisper the name Thunderbolt?
Still whisper the name Thunderbolt.

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