The Wild Colonial Boy

Traditional



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 to help 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 the mocking bird, a-singing a cheerful song
Up stepped three troopers, wild and fierce, Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy
They all set out to capture him, the wild colonial boy

Surrender now, Jackie Duggan, boy, can't you see we're three to one?
Surrender in Victoria's name, for ye are a plunderin' son
Jack drew two pistols from his belt, he shouted to Fitzroy,
I'll fight, but not surrender, cried the wild colonial boy

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
But a bullet pierced his brave young heart, from the pistol of Fitzroy
And that was how they captured him, the wild colonial boy