The Wild Colonial Boy

Its of a wild colonial boy, Jack Doolan was his name

Of poor but honest parents, he was born in Castlemaine

He was his father's only hope, his mother's only joy

And dearly did his parents love the wild colonial boy

 

  So gather round my hearties and we'll range the mountains wide

  Together we will ramble, together we will ride

  We'll scour along the valleys and well gallop o'er the plains

 And scorn to live in slavery, bowed down by iron chains

 

In sixty-one this daring lad commenced his wild career

With a heart that knew no danger, a heart that knew no fear

He held up the Beechworth mail coach and he robbed Judge Macoboy

Who trembling handed oer his gold to the wild colonial boy

 

One day as he was riding the mountainside along

A-listening to the kookaburras pleasant laughing song

Three mounted troopers came in sight - Kelly, Davis, and Fitzroy

With a warrant for the capture of the wild colonial boy

 

"Surrender now, Jack Doolan, oh, you see it's three to one

Surrender in the Kings high name, you daring highwayman"

He drew a pistol from his belt and waved it like a toy

"I'll fight, but not surrender," said the wild colonial boy

 

He fired at trooper Kelly and he brought him to the ground

And in return from Davis he received a mortal wound

All shattered through the jaws, he lay still firing at Fitzroy

And that's the way they captured him, the wild colonial boy

 

  So gather round my hearties and we'll range the mountains wide

  Together we will ramble, together we will ride

  We'll scour along the valleys and well gallop o'er the plains

 And scorn to live in slavery, bowed down by iron chains

 

View Cobbers performing this on Shirl's Neighbourhood at Sovereign Hill