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Oh you who hail from ontario |
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Know the tale of the donnelly's oh |
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Died at the hands of a mob that night |
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Every child and man by the oil torch light |
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Jim donnelly was no angel sure |
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But they burned his barn, broke down the door |
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Well the children cried while they killed old jim |
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Then they killed his wife, then they turned on them |
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No judge, no jury, no hangman, no justice in ontario |
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A hundred years or more have turned |
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And you always hear how much we've learned |
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Well a man lay dead in a port hope bar |
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And the blood ran red on a hardwood floor |
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And the big men ran through the nearest door |
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Only one man knew what had happened for sure |
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Well one and all wore the outlaws' brand |
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And the big bikes roared through the great northland |
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When you live on the edge of the law |
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You know, justice in ontario |
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Blue smoke still hung in the air |
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No one spoke when the cops got there |
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Well the local constable made the call |
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Send us corporal terry hall |
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They all sang a different tune |
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When corporal hall walked in the room |
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With his picture book and a list of names |
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One by one the witnesses came |
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And they told him what he wanted to know |
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Justice in ontario |
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The provincial cops searched far and wide |
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And the outlaws ran but they could not hide |
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And they brought em in every single one |
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Save the man who actually fired the gun |
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It was down in london, they were tried |
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And the guilty man stood free outside |
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When he took the stand to pay his debt |
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The judge was blind and the jury deaf |
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In kingston town they're locked up still |
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When the sun goes down and the air is chill |
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You could swear you heard jim donnelly's ghost cry |
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'justice in ontario' |
