Standard (EADGBE)
I knew a wild colonial boy Jack Doolan was his name
Of poor but honest parents he was born in Castlemaine
he was his fathers favourite son , his mother hope and joy
The pride of both his parents was the wild colonial boy
At barely sixteen years of age he left his fathers house
Bushranging to the sunny south, Australia, he set out
He robbed the wiry squatters, their stocks he did destroy
A terror to Australia 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 held the Beechworth mail-coach up and robbed Judge MacE voy
Who trembled and gave up his gold to the wild colonial boy
He bade the Judge good morning and told him to beware
That he'd never rob a hearty chap who acted on the square
And never you rob a mother of her son and only joy
Or else he may turn outlaw like the wild colonial boy
One day along the mountainside , Jack nimbly rode along
Listening to the little birds, sing their merry little song
Up rode three mounted troopers, Kelly Davis and Fitzroy
And cowardly tried to capture the Wild Colonial Boy
Surrender now Jack Doolin for you see its three to one
Surrender in the Queens good name, you daring highway man
Jack drew a pistol from his side and waved the lively toy
"I'll shoot but not surrender" cried the Wild Colonial Boy"
He fired at trooper kelly and he brought him to the ground
And on return from Davis re ceived his mortal wound
All tattered in his crimson gore was finished by fitzroy
How cowardly they captured him the wild colonial boy
(this has a wierd C7 that ive forgotten in any case it was an
old convict song. If you were caught even whistling it you were
probably shot for 'trying to escape' or thrown in solitary for and extended
period..)