Born to one George Fuller A bastard of a child Perhaps that was the portent For a life spent running wild Arrested at an early age For larceny and livestock theft The Judge then duly sent him down To the prison hulk ‘Success’.
Released as a ‘Ticket Man’ He finally came back And very soon was known as Young ‘Down the River Jack’
While adopting this persona He maintained his life of crime “Till Squatter Evans wounded him Disappearing down the line. By the new name Daniel Morgan The bushranger ventured out A manic highway raider now With all his sanity in doubt
He committed violent outrage Convinced he was to blame The folk around all labelled him “Mad Dog’, such was his fame
His rugged hirsute features The sharp eyes and long hooked nose Did little to alleviate His hapless victim’s woes These sudden night intrusions Appeared in such away A mad dog with the posture Of a fearsome bird of prey
Possessed by an obsession Upon this oath he swore To cross the River Murray And settle an old score
While on his road to vengeance Someone heard him say “Tis the end for that cur Evans This Dog will have his day’. Accused of several murders And robbery by stealth Bailed up mail stage coaches And homes of men of wealth
He became a hunted outlaw With a huge price upon his head Until they finally tracked him down Found where his trail had led.
Stalked by Johnny Windlaw Who shot Dan in the back The Mad Dog Morgan died there Unaware of an attack Herein lies the irony Daniel’s life should end this way This is how the adage goes ’Each Dog must have his day’
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