There was a wild colonial boy, Jack Duggan was his name. He was born and bred in Ireland in a town called Castlemaine. 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 to feed the poor, he stabbed James McEvoy A terror to Australia was the wild colonial boy. One morning on the prairie as Jack Duggan rode along Listening to the mockingbird singing a cheerful song Out stepped three troopers fierce and grim, 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 two pistols from his belt and glared upon Fitzroy, “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 then to Davis he received a fatal wound, A bullet pierced his proud young heart from the rifle of Fitzroy, And that was how they captured him, the wild colonial boy.
Posted on: Tue, 01 Oct 2013 08:30:36 +0000
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