By the Eumerella Shore / The Wild Colonial Boy
Slim Dusty and His Bushlanders - Country, Easy Listening
By the Eumerella Shore / The Wild Colonial Boy
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By the Eumerella Shore There's a happy little valley on the Eumerella Shore Where I lingered many happy hours away On my little pre-selection, I have acres by the score Where I unyoke the bullocks from the dray To my bullocks then I say, No matter where you stray You will never be impounded anymore For you're running, running, running on the duffer's piecе of land Pre-selectеd on the Eumerella Shore If we find a mob of horses when the paddock rails are down Though before they were never known to stray We will round them up and drive them to some distant inland town And we'll sell them into slavery far away To Jack Robertson we'll say, We are on a better lay And we'll never go a-farming anymore For it's easier duffin' cattle on the little piece of land Pre-selected on the Eumerella Shore The Wild Colonial Boy 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 He was barely sixteen years of age when he left his father's home And through Australia's sunny clime as a bushranger did roam He robbed those wealthy squatters, their stocks he did destroy A terror to the rich man was the Wild Colonial Boy One day as he was riding the mountain-side along Listening to the bush birds, their happy, laughing song Three mounted troopers came in sight: Kelly, Davis, and FitzRoy And thought that they would capture him, the Wild Colonial Boy Surrender now, Jack Doolan, you see we're three to one Surrender now, Jack Doolan, you daring highwayman But he drew his pistol from his belt, and spun it like a toy I'll fight, but not surrender, said the Wild Colonial Boy 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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