Thunderbolt came from the Hawkesbury River,
he wasw a bushranger, he wa a rover.
Made all the rich folk shudder and dshiver,
wore fine clothes and lived in clover.
Riding high on a thoroughbred colt,
bad man, bushranger, Thunderbolt.
Uralla, Armidale, Torrington as well,
Yarrowick Mountain where the farmers dwell
saw him ride till a constable in blue
caught him and sent him to Cockatoo.
But he slipped from his cell and his iron chain
and wanderfed free in the bush again.
He wandered far, he wandered wide,
nobody knowns just where he died –
but on Yarrowick Mountain when the wind is high
and shadowy clouds go drifting by
riding tall on his thoroughbred colt
comes the ghost of Thunderbolt –
Comes the ghost of Thunderbolt –
Source: A second Australian Poetry Book compiled by Barbara Giles (Oxford University Press, 1983)