The Wild Colonial Boy
Mick Jagger| BOLD JACK DONOHUE | |
THE WILD COLONIAL BOY 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 Queen'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 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 | 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 |
