Irish Song Lyrics 
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WILD COLONIAL BOY 
There was a wild colonial youth, Jack Doolan was his name Of poor but honest parents, he was born in Castlemaine He was his father's only hope, his mother's only joy The pride of both his parents was the wild colonial boy
 Come all my hearties, we'll range the mountainside Together we will plunder, together we will ride We'll scour along the valleys and gallop o'er the plains We'll scorn to live in slavery, bowed down in iron chains 
In sixty-one this daring youth commenced his wild career With a heart that knew no danger, no foeman did he fear He held up the Beechworth mailcoach and he robbed Judge MacEvoy Who trembled and gave up his gold to the wild colonial boy 
One day as he was riding the mountainside along Alistening to the little birds their pleasant laughing song Three mounted troopers came in view - Kelly, Davis, and Fitzroy And thought that they would capture him, the wild colonial boy 
"Surrender now, Jack Doolan, you see there's three to one Surrender now, Jack Doolan, you daring highwayman" He drew a pistol from his belt and spun it like a toy "I'll fight, but I won't surrender," said the wild colonial boy 
He fired at trooper Kelly and brought him to the ground And in return from Davis received a mortal wound All shattered through the jaws, he lay still firing at Fitzroy And that's the way they captured him, the wild colonial boy 
Recorded by Clancys, Burl Ives