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Sin Studly
08-08-2005, 12:55 PM
There was a wild colonial boy
Jack Doolan was his name
Of poor but honest parents
He was born in Castlemaine

He was his mothers only hope
His fathers pride and joy
And so dearly did his parents love
That wild colonial boy

When barely fourteen years of age
He left his native home,
All through the bush of Australia
As an outlaw he would roam.

He robbed the wealthy squatters
And their stock he did destroy,
And a terror to Australia
Was the wild colonial boy.

So come now all me hearties, we'll roam the mountains high
Together we will plunder, together we will die
We'll wander o'er the valleys and we'll gallop over plains
And we'll scorn to live in slavery bound down in iron chains

In eighteen hundred and sixty-one
He commenced his wild career,
His courage being undaunted
And no foeman he did fear.

He bailed up the Beechworth mail-coach
And robbed Judge MacEvoy,
Who trembling cold gave up his gold
To the wild colonial boy.

He bade the judge, “Good morning,”
And he told him to beware,
He'd never rob a needy man
Or one that acted square,

But a judge that would rob a mother
Of her only pride and joy,
Well, he was sure a worse outlaw
Than the wild colonial boy.

So come now all me hearties, we'll roam the mountains high
Together we will plunder, together we will die
We'll wander o'er the valleys and we'll gallop over plains
And we'll scorn to live in slavery bound down in iron chains

One day as he was riding
The mountainside along,
Listening to the kookaburra's
Pleasant laughing song,

He spied three mounted troopers,
Kelly, Davis, and Fitzroy,
With a warrant for the capture
Of the wild colonial boy.

“Surrender now, John Doolan,
You see we're three to one,
Surrender in the Queen's own name,
For the a plundering deeds youv'e done.”

Jack drew his pistol from his belt
And he waved it like a toy.
“I'll fight but not surrender,”
Cried the wild colonial boy.

He fired at Trooper Kelly
And he brought him to the ground,
But in return Trooper Davis
Gave him his mortal wound.

All shattered through the jaws he lay,
Still firing at Fitzroy,
And that's the way they murdered him,
The wild colonial boy.

So come now all me hearties, we'll roam the mountains high
Together we will plunder, together we will die
We'll wander o'er the valleys and we'll gallop over plains
And we'll scorn to live in slavery bound down in iron chains

Duracell
08-27-2005, 10:24 PM
lol ;.

Sin Studly
08-27-2005, 10:26 PM
I sing hella Irish ballads when I'm drunk.