The Wild Colonial Boy
-William Wentworth
It's of a wild colonial boy,
Jack Doolan was his name
Of poor but honest parents
I Ie was born in Castlemaine
I ie was his father's only hope
His mother's pride and joy
And so dearly did the parents love
Their wild colonial boy
Then come along my hearties
And we'll roam the mountains high
Together we will die
we'll wander o'er the valley's
And we'll gallop over plains
And we'll scorn to live in
Slavery bound down in iron chains
"T was in eighteen hundred and sixty-five
He started his wild cover
With a heart that had no danger
No foeman did he fear
He stuck up the Royal Mail beach coach
And robbed judge MacEvoy
With a treble hand gave up the gold
To the wild colonial boy
As John rode out one morning
And riding slowly on
When listening to the little birds
They sweetly sang their song
He spied three mounted troopers,
Kelly, Davis, and Fitzroy,
All riding up to capture,
The wild colonial, boy.
Surrender now Jack Doolan
you see there's three to one
Surrender in the Queen's name
It's of a victory won
He fired at trooper Kelly
And he brought him to the ground
And returning right to Davis
He received a mortl wound.
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