The Wild Colonial Boy
There was a wild colonial boy, jack duggan was his name
he was born and raised in ireland in a place called castlemaine
he was his father's only son, his mother's pride and joy
and dearly did his parents love the wild colonial boy
At the early age of sixteen years, he left his native home
and to australia's sunny shore he was inclined to roam
he robbed the rich, he helped the poor, he shot james mcavoy
a terror to australia was the wild colonial boy
One morning on the prairie as jack he rode along
a listening to the mockingbird a singing a cheerful song
out stepped a band of troopers, kelly, davis and fitzroy
they all set out to capture him, the wild colonial boy
"surrender now jack duggan for you see we're three to one
surrender in the queen's high name for you're a plundering son"
jack pulled two pistols from his belt and he proudly waved them high
"i'll fight, but not surrender," said the wild colonial boy
He fired a shot at kelly, which brought him to the ground
and turning 'round to davis, he received a fatal wound
a bullet pierced his proud young heart from the pistol of fitzroy
and that was how they captured him, the wild colonial boy
he was born and raised in ireland in a place called castlemaine
he was his father's only son, his mother's pride and joy
and dearly did his parents love the wild colonial boy
At the early age of sixteen years, he left his native home
and to australia's sunny shore he was inclined to roam
he robbed the rich, he helped the poor, he shot james mcavoy
a terror to australia was the wild colonial boy
One morning on the prairie as jack he rode along
a listening to the mockingbird a singing a cheerful song
out stepped a band of troopers, kelly, davis and fitzroy
they all set out to capture him, the wild colonial boy
"surrender now jack duggan for you see we're three to one
surrender in the queen's high name for you're a plundering son"
jack pulled two pistols from his belt and he proudly waved them high
"i'll fight, but not surrender," said the wild colonial boy
He fired a shot at kelly, which brought him to the ground
and turning 'round to davis, he received a fatal wound
a bullet pierced his proud young heart from the pistol of fitzroy
and that was how they captured him, the wild colonial boy
Credits
Writer(s): Dp, Tommy Makem
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Other Album Tracks
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- Songs of Tommy Makem
- Legend of Irish Folk: The Tommy Makem Collection
- Legendary Tommy Makem Collection
- Folk Cult: Best Of Tommy Makem
- Songs of Tommy Makem (Original Album)
- Ultimate Irish Folk
- The Tommy Makem Collection, Vol. 1 (Extended Remastered Edition)
- The Tommy Makem Collection (Extended Remastered Edition)
- The Tommy Makem Collection, Vol. 2 (Extended Remastered Edition)
- Very Best of, Vol. 2 (Original Recordings Remastered)
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