Songwriter: Traditional

Producer: Ron Haffkine

There was a wild colonial boy
Jack Doolan was his name
Of poor but honest parents
He was born near Castlemaine

He was his father's only son
And his mother's pride and joy
So dearly did his parents love
Their wild colonial boy

Barely sixteen years of age
He first began to roam
And found Australia's sunny shores
And called it his true home

He robbed the wealthy squatters
Their assets to destroy
A terror to the rich ones
Was the wild colonial boy

Back in eighteen sixty one
Began his wild career
With a head that knew no danger
And a heart that held no fear

He held the Mudgee mail coach up
And he shot Judge MacEvoy
A curse to every copper
Was the wild colonial boy

Later on that very day
As Jack he rode along
Listening to the kookaburras
Pleasant laughing song

He spied three mounted troopers
Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy
With a warrant for the capture of
The wild colonial boy

"Surrender now, Jack Doolan
For you see we're three to one
Surrender now in the Queen's high name
Or your living days are done"

Jack drew two pistols from his belt
And he waved them proud and high
"I'll fight, but not surrender", cried
The wild colonial boy

Jack fired once at Kelly
Brought him to the ground
Then turning round from Davis' gun
Received his mortal wound

A bullet pierced his proud young heart
From the pistol of Fitzroy
And that's the way they captured him
The wild colonial boy

Yes, that's the way they captured him
The wild colonial boy