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    Wild Colonial Boy, The

    by trad
    There [D] was a wild [G] colonial [A7] boy, Jack Duggan was his [D] name
    He was [D] born and raised in [A] Ire- [A7] land in a place called Castle- [D] maine
    He [D] was his father’s [A] only [A7] son, his mother’s pride and [D] joy
    And [D] dearly did his [G] parents [A] love the [A7] wild colonial [D] boy

    At the early age of sixteen years, he left his native home
    And to Australia’s sunny shore he was inclined to roam
    He robbed the rich, he helped the poor, he shot James McAvoy
    A terror to Australia was the wild colonial boy

    One morning on the prairie as Jack he rode along
    A listening to the mockingbird a singing a cheerful song
    Out stepped a band of troopers, Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy
    They all set out to capture him, the wild colonial boy

    “Surrender now Jack Duggan for you see we’re three to one
    Surrender in the Queen’s high name for you’re a plundering son”
    Jack pulled two pistols from his belt and he proudly waved them 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 fatal wound
    A bullet pierced his proud young heart from the pistol of Fitzroy
    And that was how they captured him, the wild colonial boy