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Mrs Susan Colley Bathurst Home for the Aged Recorded 1973
Wild Colonial BoyIt was of the wild colonial boy Jack Doolin was his nameHe was of poor but honest parents, brung up in Castlemaine He was his father's hope, his mother's pride and joy And dearly did they always love the wild colonial boy So come all me hearties, we'll roam the mountains high, Together we will plunder, together we will die, We'll wander in the valley, and gallop over the plain, We'll scorn to live in slavery, bound down by iron chains. He was scarcely sixteen years of age, when he left his father's home, And in Australia's sunny clime as a bushranger he did roam, He robbed the wealthy squatters, their stocks he did destroy, A terror to Australia was the wild colonial boy. He cleared out from the iron gang, to start his wild career, With a heart that knew no danger, no foeman he fear, He stuck up the travellers on the road, the police he did annoy, They always came to late to catch, the wild colonial boy. One day whilst he was camping, upon the mountainside, A listening to the jackass laugh, the troopers up did ride Surrender now Jack Doolin, they shouted in their joy, I'll fight but not surrender, said the wild colonial boy. He fired at Trooper Kelly and brought him to the ground, But then another trooper gave him his mortal wound, Again he snapped his pistol, but it was a useless toy, And so, at last, they captured him, the wild colonial boy. |