The Wild Colonial Boy

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There was a wild colonial boy, 
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Jack Duggan was his name
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He was born and raised in Ireland,
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 in a place called Castlemaine
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He was his father's only son, his 
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mother's pride and joy
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And dearly did his parents love the
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 wild colonial boy

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At the early age of sixteen years 
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he left his native home
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And to Australia's sunny shore, he
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 was inclined to roam
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He robbed the rich, he helped the 
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poor, he shot James MacEvoy
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A terror to Australia was the wild
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 colonial boy

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One morning on the prairie, as 
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Jack he rode along
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A-listening to the mocking bird, 
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a-singing a cheerful song
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Up stepped a band of troopers: 
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Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy
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They all set out to capture him, 
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the wild colonial boy

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Surrender now, Jack Duggan, for 
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you see we're three to one
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Surrender in the King's high name,
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 you are a plundering son
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Jack drew two pistols from his 
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belt, he proudly waved them high
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I'll fight, but not surrender, said
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 the wild colonial boy

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He fired a shot at Kelly, which 
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brought him to the ground
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And turning round to Davis, he 
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received a fatal wound
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A bullet pierced his proud young 
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heart, from the pistol of Fitzroy
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And that was how they captured him,
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 the wild colonial boy