THE WILD COLONIAL BOY
There was a wild Colonial Boy, Jack Duggan was his name
He was born and raised in Ireland in a house 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 the native home
And to Australia's sunny land, he was inclide to roam
He robbed the rich and helped the poor, he stabbed James MacEvoy
A terror to Australia was the wild Colonial Boy.
One morning on the prairie, Jack Duggan rode along
While listening to the mocking bird, singing a cheerful song
Out jumped three troopers, fierce and grim: Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy
They all set out to capture him, the wild Colonial Boy.
Surrender now, Jack Duggan come, you see there's three to one
Surrender in the Queen's name, sir, you are a plundering son
Jack drew two pistols from his side and glared upon Fitzroy
I'll fight, but not surrender, cried the wild Colonial Boy.
He fired a shot at Kelly, which brought him to the ground
He fired point blank at Davis, too, 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.