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Come along my hearties,
We'll roam the mountains high,
Together we will plunder,
Together we will ride.
We'll scar over valleys,
And gallop for the plains,
And scorn to live in
slavery, bound down by iron chains.

It's 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 son,
His mother's pride and joy,
And so dearly did his parents love
The wild Colonial Boy.

When scarcely sixteen years of age,
He left his father's home,
And through Australia's sunny shores
A bushranger did roam.
He'd rob the largest squatters,
Their stock he would destroy,
A terror to Australia was
The wild Colonial Boy.

In sixty-one this daring youth
Commenced his wild career,
With a heart that knew no danger,
No stranger did he fear.
He bailed up the Beechworth roll mail-coach,
And robbed Judge MacEvoy,
Who trembled and gave up his gold to
The wild Colonial Boy.

He bade the judge 'Good morning,'
And told him to beware,
That he'd never rob a poor man
Who wafted on the square,
Three mounted troopers came in sight,
Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy,
Who thought that they would capture him,
The wild Colonial Boy.

'Surrender now, Jack Doolan,
You see we're three to one.
Surrender in the queen's high name,
You daring highwayman.'
Jack drew a pistol from his belt,
And waved it like a toy,
'I'll fight, but not surrender,'
Cried the wild Colonial Boy.

He fired at Trooper Kelly,
And 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.