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'Twas the horse thief, Andy Regan, that was hunted like a dog / By the troopers of the Upper Murray side, / They had searched in every gully -- they had looked in every log, / But never sight or track of him they spied, / Till the priest at Kiley's Crossing heard a knocking very late / And a whisper 'Father Riley -- come across!' / So his Rev'rence in pyjamas trotted softly to the gate / And admitted Andy Regan -- and a horse!
'Now, it's listen, Father Riley, to the words I've got to say, / For its close upon my death I am to-night. / With the troopers hard behind me I've been hiding all the day / In the gullies keeping close and out of sight. / But they're watching all the ranges till there's not a bird could fly, / And I'm fairly worn to pieces with the strife, / So I'm taking no more trouble, but I'm going home to die, / 'Tis the only way I see to save my life.