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Wild Colonial Boy

There was a wild colonial boy
Jack Duggan was his name
He was born and raised in Ireland
In place called Castelmaine
He was his father's only son
His mother's pride and joy
And dearly did his parents love
Their 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
And shot James McAvoy
A terror to Australia was
The wild colonial boy
One morning on the prairie
As Jack he rode along
Listening to the mocking bird
Singing a cheerful song,
Out 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 Queen's high name
For you're a plundering son
Jack drew three pistols from his belt
And proudly held 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
He fired point blank at Davis too
Who fell dead at the sound
But a bullet pierced his brave young heart
From the pistol of Fitzroy
And that is how they captured him
The wild colonial boy