Wild Colonial Boy Songtext
von Two Old Friends

There was a wild colonial boy, Jack Dolan was his name
Of poor but honest parents, he was born in Castlemaine
He was his father′s only son, his mother's only joy
And dearly did his parents love the wild colonial boy
At the early age of sixteen years, he left his native home
Through Australia′s sunny climes, a bushranger he roamed
Robbed those wealthy squatters and their stock he did destroy
A terror to Australia was the wild colonial boy

Come on all me hearties, who roam the mountainside
Together we will plunder and together we will die
We'll wander o'er the valleys, gallop o′er the plains
Scorn the living slavery, bound down in iron and chains

In ′61 this daring youth commenced his wild career
With a heart that knew no danger, no foeman did he fear
Held up the Beechford mail coach and he robbed Judge McElroy
Who trembled and gave up his gold to the wild colonial boy


One morning on the prairie as Jacky rode along
Listening to those little birds, their pleasant laughing song
Up rode a band of troopers, Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy
They swore that they would capture him, the wild colonial boy

Come on all me hearties, who roam the mountainside
Together we will plunder and together we will die
We'll wander o′er the valleys, gallop o'er the plains
Scorn the living slavery, bound down in iron and chains

"Surrender now, Jack Dolan, for you see we′re three to one
Surrender now, Jack Dolan, or your life will not be long"
Jack drew a pistol from his belt and he shook it up on 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 mortal wound
All shattered through the jaw, he lay still firing at Fitzroy
And that was how they captured him, the wild colonial boy

Come on all me hearties, who roam the mountainside
Together we will plunder and together we will die
We'll wander o'er the valleys, gallop o′er the plains
Scorn the living slavery, bound down in iron and chains


Come on all me hearties, who roam the mountainside
Together we will plunder and together we will die
We′ll wander o'er the valleys, gallop o′er the plains
Scorn the living slavery, bound down in iron and chains