Wild Colonial Boy - The Irish Rovers

There was a wild colonial boy, Jack Duggan was his name

He was born and raised in Ireland in a place called Castle Maine

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, Jack left his native home

And to Australia’s sunny shores he was inclined to roam

He robbed the rich, he helped the poor he shot James McEvoy

A terror to Australia wsa, the wild colonial boy

One morning on the prarie, as Jack he rode along

And listening to the mosckingbird, sing it’s joyful song

Up came a band of troopers, Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy

They’d 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 Queen’s high name for you are a plundering son»

Jack drew two pistols from his belt and proudly waved them high

«I'll fight but not surrender!»

said the wild colonial boy

He fired a shot at Kelly, which laid him to the groud

And turning 'round to Davis he received a fatal wound

A bullet pierced the fierce young heart from the pistol of Fitzroy

And that was how they captured him the wild colonial boy