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 MacEvoy.
A terror to Australia was the wild colonial Boy.

One morning on the prairie, as Jack he rode along
A-listening to a Mockingbird, a-singing a cheerful song.
Up 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 Queens high name, you are a plundering son."
Jack drew to pistols from his belt, 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.