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 16 years, he left his native home
And to Australia's sunny shores, he was inclined to roam
He robbed the rich, he helped the poor, he shot James MacEvoy
A terror to Australia was the wild colonial boy

We'll roam the mountains and the glens
And we'll ride across the plains
We scorn to live in slavery
Bound down by iron chains

One morning on the prairie as Jack he rode along
While listening to the mockingbirds, singing a cheerful song
Up jumped 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 King's high name, you are a plundering son"
Jack drew two pistols from his belt, and proudly waved them high
"I'll fight but not surrender," cried the wild colonial boy

We'll roam the mountains and the glens
And we'll ride across the plains
We scorn to live in slavery
Bound down by iron chains

He fired a shot at Kelly, which brought him to the ground
And he fired point-blank at Davis, who fell dead at the sound
A bullet pierced his proud young heart from the pistol of Fitzroy
And that was how they captured him, the wild colonial boy

We'll roam the mountains and the glens
And we'll ride across the plain
We scorn to live in slavery
Bound down by iron chains