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
Willie Palmer's stallion was no twenty dollar cayuse
And when the wild ones stole him he hightailed it into town
Ussher 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 one as they pa**ed
They shot him with a rifle and they took his watch and chain
When the posse found them they were in the lonely cabin
A hunger took their fight 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 the son k**ed 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