| There was a wild colonial boy, Jack Duggan was his name
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| He was born and raised in Ireland in a place called Castlemaine
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| He was his father’s only son, his mother’s pride and joy
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| And dearly did his parents love the wild colonial boy
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| At the early age of sixteen years, he left his native home
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| And to Australia’s sunny shore he was inclined to roam
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| He robbed the rich, he helped the poor, he shot James McAvoy
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| A terror to Australia was the wild colonial boy
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| One morning on the prairie as Jack he rode along
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| A listening to the mockingbird a singing a cheerful song
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| Out stepped a band of troopers, Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy
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| They all set out to capture him, the wild colonial boy
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| «Surrender now Jack Duggan for you see we’re three to one
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| Surrender in the Queen’s high name for you’re a plundering son»
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| Jack pulled two pistols from his belt and he proudly waved them high
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| «I'll fight, but not surrender,» said the wild colonial boy
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| He fired a shot at Kelly, which brought him to the ground
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| And turning 'round to Davis, he received a fatal wound
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| A bullet pierced his proud young heart from the pistol of Fitzroy
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| And that was how they captured him, the wild colonial boy |