There was a Wild Colonial Boy, Jack Duggan was his name.
He was born and raised in Ireland, in a place called Castlemain.
He was his father's only son, his mother's pride and joy.
And dearly did his parents love, the Wild Colonial 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, to help the poor, he shot Judge McEvoy.
A terror to Australia was, the Wild Colonial Boy.
We'll roam the mountains and the glens, and we'll ride across the plains.
We scorn to live in slavery bound down by an iron chain.
One morning on the prairie, as Jack he rode along.
A listening to the mockingbird, singing a cheerful song.
Up jumped 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, you are a plundering son."
Jack drew two pistols from his belt and proudly waved them high.
"I'll fight but not surrender," cried the Wild Colonial Boy.
We'll roam the mountains and the glens, and we'll ride across the plains.
We scorn to live in slavery bound down by an iron chain.
He fired a shot at Kelly, which brought him to the ground,
and he fired point blank at Davis who fell dead at the sound.
A bullet pierced the broad young heart from the pistol of Fitzroy.
And that was how they captured him, the Wild Colonial Boy.
We'll roam the mountains and the glens, and we'll ride across the plains.
We scorn to live in slavery bound down by an iron chain.