The Wild Colonial Boy

Mick Jagger

Originale	BOLD JACK DONOHUE
THE WILD COLONIAL BOY	THE WILD COLONIAL BOY
Come, all 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.	In Dublin town I was brought up that city of great fame My parents reared me tenderly there's many did the same Being a wild colonial boy I was forced to cross the main And for seven long years in New South Wales to wear a convict's chain
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.	Oh I'd been no longer than six months upon Australian shores When I turned out as a Tory boy as I'd often done before There was Macnamara from yonder woods and Captain Mackie too They were the chief associates of bold Jack Donahoe
When scarcley 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.	As O'Donahoe was taken for a notorious crime And sentenced to be hanged all on the gallows high But when he came to Sydney gaol he left them in a stew For when they came to call the roll they missed Jack Donahoe
In sixty-one this daring youth commenced his wild career, With a heart that knew no danger, no stranger would 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.	As O'Donahoe made his escape to the woods he did repair Where the tyrants dared not show their face by night and day And every week in the newspapers there was published something new Concerning that bold hero boy called brave Jack Donahoe
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.	As O'Donahoe was walking one summer's afternoon Little was his notion that his death should be so soon When a sergeant of the horse police discharged his carabine And loudly called to O'Donahoe to fight or else resign
"Surrender now, Jack Doolan, you see were three to one". Surrender in the queens name you daring highwayman," Jack drew two pistols from his belt, and waved them proud and free "I'll fight, but not surrender," cried the wild Colonial Boy.	Resign to you, you cowardly dogs its a thing I ne'er will do For I'll range these woods and valleys like a wolf or kangaroo Before I'll work for Government said bold Jack Donahoe
He fired at Trooper Kelly and brought him to the ground, And in return from Davis 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.	Nine rounds the horse policeman fired till at length a fatal ball He lodged it in O'Donahoe's breast and it caused him to fall As he closed his mournful eyes to this world he bid adieu Good people all both great and small pray for Jack Donahoe