There was a wild colonial boy,
Jack Doolin was his name.
Of poor but honest parents,
he was born in Castle Main.
He was his father's only hope
and his mother's pride and joy.
So dearly did his parents love
their wild colonial boy
So come away, my hearties,
we'll range the mountainside
Together we will plunder
and together we will ride
We'll cross the wild blue mountains
And we'll scour the baffled plains
We scorn to live in slavery
Bound down with iron chains
He was scarcely sixteen
years of age
When he left his father's home
And through Australia's sunny clime,
a bushranger did roam.
He robbed those wealthy squatters,
and their stock he did destroy.
And a terror to the rich man
was the wild colonial boy.
In sixty -one this daring youth
Commenced his wild career
With a heart that knew no danger
No foeman did he fear
He stuck up the Beechworth mail coach
And he robbed Judge McAvoy
Who, trembling cold, gave up his gold
To the wild Cologne yule boy.
One day as he was ridin'
the mountainside along,
A -listenin' to that kookaburra's
happy lovin' song,
He spied three mounted troopers,
Kelly Davis and Fitzroy.
Wide enough to capture him,
the wild colonial boy.
Surrender now, Jack Doolan,
for you see there's three to one.
Surrender in the Queen's name,
for you're a plunderin' son
Jack drew a pistol for all his belt,
and he waved it like a toy
I'll fight, but I'll never surrender,
cried the wild colonial boy
He fired at Trooper Kelly,
and he brought him to the ground
And in return from Davis,
he received a mortal wound
All shattered through the jaws he lay,
still firing at Fitzroy
And that's the way they cap tured him,
wild colonial boy
So come away, my hearties,
we'll raise the mountains high
Together we will plunder,
and together we will ride
We'll cross the wild blue mountains
And we'll scour the Bathurst plains
For we scorn to live in slavery
Bound down with iron chains