By Eoghan O’Reilly




The Wild Colonial Boy


There was a wild colonial boy,

Jack Duggan was his name

He was born and raised in Ireland,

in a place called Castlemaine

He was his father's only son,

his mother's pride and joy

And dearly did his parents love

the 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, he helped the poor,

he shot James MacEvoy

A terror to Australia was

the wild colonial boy


One morning on the prairie,

as Jack he rode along

A-listening to the mocking bird,

a-singing a cheerful song

Up stepped a band of troopers:

Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy

They all set out to capture him,

the wild colonial boy

And that was how they captured him,

the wild colonial boy



Surrender now, Jack Duggan,

for you see we're three to one

Surrender in the Queen's high name,

you are a plundering son

Jack drew two pistols from his belt,

he proudly waved them high

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 round to Davis,

he received a fatal wound

A bullet pierced his proud young heart,

from the pistol of Fitzroy