There was a wild colonial boy, Jack Doolan
was his name
Of poor but honest parents he was born in Castlemaine
He was his father's only hope, his mother's only
The pride of both his parents was the wild colonial boy.
So come all me hearties, we'll range the mountainside
Together we will plunder; together we
We'll scour along the valleys, and gallop o're the plains
We scorn to live in slavery bound down with iron
In sixty-one this darling boy commenced his wild career.
With a heart that knew no danger, no foeman
did he fear.
He held up the Beechworth mailcoach and he robbed Judge MacEvoy
Who trembled and gave up his gold to the
wild colonial boy.
day as he was riding the mountainside along,
A-listening to the little birds their pleasant laughing song
troopers came in view, Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy
And thought that they would capture him, the wild colonial boy.
'Surrender now Jack Doolan, you see
there's three to one
Surrender now Jack Doolan, you daring highwayman!'
He drew a pistol from his belt and twirled it
like a toy.
'I'll fight but I won't surrender,' said the wild colonial boy.
He fired at Trooper Kelly and brought him to the
And in return from Davis received a mortal wound.
All shattered through the jaws he lay, still firing at Fitzroy.
that's the way they captured him, the wild colonial boy.