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
joy, The pride of both his parents was the wild colonial boy.
Chorus So come all me hearties, we'll range the mountainside Together we will plunder; together we
will ride. We'll scour along the valleys, and gallop o're the plains We scorn to live in slavery bound down with iron
chains.
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.
Chorus
One
day as he was riding the mountainside along, A-listening to the little birds their pleasant laughing song Three mounted
troopers came in view, Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy And thought that they would capture him, the wild colonial boy.
Chorus
'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.
Chorus
He fired at Trooper Kelly and brought him to the
ground, And in return from Davis received a mortal wound. All shattered through the jaws he lay, still firing at Fitzroy. And
that's the way they captured him, the wild colonial boy.
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