THE WILD COLONIAL BOY There was a wild colonial boy Jack Duggan was his name He was born and raised in Ireland In a house called Castlemain 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 shores He was inclined to roam He robbed the rich to help the poor He shot James MacEvoy. A terror to Australia was That Wild Colonial Boy. One day upon the prairie As Jack he rode along A-listening to the mocking birds Singing their cheerful song Out jumped a band of troopers Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy They all set out to capture him That Wild Colonial Boy. Surrender now Jack Duggan For you see we're three to one Surrender in the Queen's high name 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 brought him to the ground. And turning round to Davis He received 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. -- One of several versions