The Wild Colonial Boy

Lyrics

It's of 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 son, his mother's pride and joy And so dearly did his parents love their wild colonial boy When he was sixteen year of age he left his native home All through the bush of Victoria as a bushranger to roam They put him in the iron gang in the government employ He robbed the wealthy squatters and their stock he did destroy But never an iron on earth could hold the wild colonial boy In sixty-one this daring lad commenced his wild career His courage being undaunted and no danger he did fear He stuck up the Beechworth mail-coach and he robbed Judge MacEvoy Who trembling cold gave up his gold to the wild colonial boy He bade the judge, "Good morning," and he told him to beware He'd never robbed a poor man or one who acted square But a judge that would rob a mother of her only pride and joy Well, he was a worse outlaw than the wild colonial boy One day as he was riding the mountainside along A-listening to the kookaburra's pleasant laughing song He spied three mounted troopers, Kelly, Davis, and Fitzroy With a warrant for the capture of the wild colonial boy "Surrender now, John Doolan, you see we're three to one Surrender in the Queen's name, for you're a plundering son." Jack drew his pistol from his belt and he waved the little toy "I'll fight but never surrender," said the wild colonial boy He fired at Trooper Kelly and he brought him to the ground And in return Bob Davis gave him his mortal wound All shattered through the jaws he lay with his pistol an empty toy And that's the way they captured him, the wild colonial boy