Misc Traditional – The Wild Colonial Boy (Guitar)

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I knew a wild colonial boy Jack Doolan was his name

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Of poor but honest parents he was born in Castlemaine

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he was his fathers favourite son , his mother hope and joy

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The pride of both his parents was the wild colonial boy

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At barely sixteen years of age he left his fathers house

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Bushranging to the sunny south, Australia, he set out

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He robbed the wiry squatters, their stocks he did destroy

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A terror to Australia was the wild colonial boy

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In sixty one this daring youth commenced his wild career

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With a heart that knew no danger no foeman did he fear

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He held the Beechworth mail-coach up and robbed Judge MacE voy

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Who trembled and gave up his gold to the wild colonial boy

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He bade the Judge good morning and told him to beware

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That he'd never rob a hearty chap who acted on the square

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And never you rob a mother of her son and only joy

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Or else he may turn outlaw like the wild colonial boy

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One day along the mountainside , Jack nimbly rode along

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Listening to the little birds, sing their merry little song

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Up rode three mounted troopers, Kelly Davis and Fitzroy

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And cowardly tried to capture the Wild Colonial Boy

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Surrender now Jack Doolin for you see its three to one

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Surrender in the Queens good name, you daring highway man

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Jack drew a pistol from his side and waved the lively toy

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"I'll shoot but not surrender" cried the Wild Colonial Boy"

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He fired at trooper kelly and he brought him to the ground

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And on return from Davis re ceived his mortal wound

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All tattered in his crimson gore was finished by fitzroy

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How cowardly they captured him the wild colonial boy