Ian & Sylvia Four Rode By
Four rode by
Rode through here
Three Mclean boys and that wild Alex Hare
They were armed
All were armed
It was them I'd have known them anywhere
Oh, Willie Palmer's stallion was no twenty dollar
cayuse
And when the wild ones stole him he hightailed it into
town
Usher in those days was keeping order in the district
But before he'd ridden thirty miles the McLean boys
shot him down
Four rode by
Rode through here
Three Mclean boys and that wild Alex Hare
A shepherd known as Kelly saw the wild ones as they
passed
They shot him with a rifle and took his watch and chain
When the posse found him there in the lonely cabin
A hunger took their pride away and no one else was
slain
Four rode by
Rode through here
Three Mclean boys and that wild Alex Hare
They hung the boys in January eighteen eighty one
The first time in that province that they'd strung up
brothers three
And their sons killed nineteen Germans cross the seas
back in seventeen
One thing that's for damned sure they're a wild old
family
Four rode by
Rode through here
Three Mclean boys and that wild Alex Hare
They were armed
All were armed
It was them I'd have known them anywhere
