| 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 Castle Maine
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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, Jack left his native home
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| And to Australia’s sunny shores he was inclined to roam
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| He robbed the rich, he helped the poor he shot James McEvoy
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| A terror to Australia wsa, the wild colonial boy
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| One morning on the prarie, as Jack he rode along
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| And listening to the mosckingbird, sing it’s joyful song
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| Up came a band of troopers, Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy
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| They’d 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 are a plundering son»
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| Jack drew two pistols from his belt and 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 laid him to the groud
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| And turning 'round to Davis he received a fatal wound
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| A bullet pierced the fierce young heart from the pistol of Fitzroy
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| And that was how they captured him the wild colonial boy |