The Wild Colonial Boy
Mick Jagger| Original | Versione di A.L. Lloyd risalente agli anni 50. |
| 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. 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. 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. 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. 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. "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. 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. | BOLD JACK DONOHUE Come all you gallant bushrangers that gallop on the plain, That's going to live in slavery, or wear the convict chain. Attention pay to what I say, and value it if you do, I will relate the matchless fate of Bold Jack Donahue. Bold Donahue was taken all for a notorious crime And sentenced to be hanged upon the gallows tree so high. But when they brought him to Bathurst Gaol, he left them in a stew, For when they came to call the roll, they missed Jack Donahue. When Donahue made his escape, to the bush he went straight way. The squatters they were all afraid to travel by night and day And every day in the newspapers, they brought out something new, Concerning that bold bushranger they called Jack Donahue. As he and his companions rode out one afternoon, Not thinking that the pains of death would overtake him soon, To their surprise the horse police well on they came in view And in double quick time they did advance to take Jack Donahue. “Oh Donahue, Donahue, throw down your carabine. Or do you intend to fight us all and will you not resign?” “To surrender to such cowardly dogs is a thing I never would do, This day I'll fight with all me might”, says Bold Jack Donahue. “It never shall be said of me that Donahue the brave Surrendered to a policeman or became an Englishman's slave. I'd rather roam the bush so wide like a dingo or kangaroo Than work one day for the government,” says Bold Jack Donahue. The sergeant and the corporal, they did their men divide, Some fired at him from behind and some from every side. The sergeant and the corporal, they both fired at him too And a rifle bullet pierced the heart of Bold Jack Donahue. Nine rounds he fired and nine men shot before that fatal ball That pierced his heart and made him smart and caused him for to fall. And as he closed his mournful eyes, he bid the world adieu, Saying, “Convicts all, pray for the soul of Bold Jack Donahue.” |
