There was a wild colonial boy, Jack Duggan was his name He was born and raised in Ireland, in a place 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 his native home And to Australia's sunny shore, he was inclined to roam He robbed the rich, he helped the poor, he shot James MacEvoy A terror to Australia was, the wild colonial boy One morning on the prairie, as Jack he rode along A-listening to the mocking bird, a-singing a cheerful song Up stepped a band of troopers: Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy They 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 King's high name, you are a plundering son Jack drew two pistols from his belt, he proudly waved them high I'll fight, but not surrender, said the wild colonial boy He fired a shot at Kelly, which brought him to the ground And turning round to Davis, he recieved a fatal wound A bullet pierced his proud young heart, from the pistol of Fitzroy And that was how they captured him, the wild colonial boy Listen to it here; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IiunF_qFfG8

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