Standard (EADGBE)

I knew a wild colonial boy Jack Doolan was his name

Of poor but honest parents he was born in Castlemaine

he was his fathers favourite son , his mother hope and joy

The pride of both his parents was the wild colonial boy

At barely sixteen years of age he left his fathers house

Bushranging to the sunny south, Australia, he set out

He robbed the wiry squatters, their stocks he did destroy

A terror to Australia was the wild colonial boy

In sixty one this daring youth commenced his wild career

With a heart that knew no danger no foeman did he fear

He held the Beechworth mail-coach up and robbed Judge MacE voy

Who trembled and gave up his gold to the wild colonial boy

He bade the Judge good morning and told him to beware

That he'd never rob a hearty chap who acted on the square

And never you rob a mother of her son and only joy

Or else he may turn outlaw like the wild colonial boy

One day along the mountainside , Jack nimbly rode along

Listening to the little birds, sing their merry little song

Up rode three mounted troopers, Kelly Davis and Fitzroy

And cowardly tried to capture the Wild Colonial Boy

Surrender now Jack Doolin for you see its three to one

Surrender in the Queens good name, you daring highway man

Jack drew a pistol from his side and waved the lively toy

"I'll shoot but not surrender" cried the Wild Colonial Boy"

He fired at trooper kelly and he brought him to the ground

And on return from Davis re ceived his mortal wound

All tattered in his crimson gore was finished by fitzroy

How cowardly they captured him the wild colonial boy

(this has a wierd C7 that ive forgotten in any case it was an

old convict song. If you were caught even whistling it you were

probably shot for 'trying to escape' or thrown in solitary for and extended

period..)