There was a wild colonial boy,
Jack Doolin was his name.
Of poor but honest parents,
he was born in Castle Main.
He was his father's only hope
and his mother's pride and joy.
So dearly did his parents love
So come away, my hearties,
we'll range the mountainside
and together we will ride
We'll cross the wild blue mountains
And we'll scour the baffled plains
We scorn to live in slavery
Bound down with iron chains
When he left his father's home
And through Australia's sunny clime,
He robbed those wealthy squatters,
and their stock he did destroy.
And a terror to the rich man
was the wild colonial boy.
In sixty -one this daring youth
Commenced his wild career
With a heart that knew no danger
He stuck up the Beechworth mail coach
And he robbed Judge McAvoy
Who, trembling cold, gave up his gold
To the wild Cologne yule boy.
A -listenin' to that kookaburra's
He spied three mounted troopers,
Wide enough to capture him,
Surrender now, Jack Doolan,
for you see there's three to one.
Surrender in the Queen's name,
for you're a plunderin' son
Jack drew a pistol for all his belt,
and he waved it like a toy
I'll fight, but I'll never surrender,
cried the wild colonial boy
He fired at Trooper Kelly,
and he brought him to the ground
And in return from Davis,
he received a mortal wound
All shattered through the jaws he lay,
And that's the way they cap tured him,
So come away, my hearties,
we'll raise the mountains high
Together we will plunder,
and together we will ride
We'll cross the wild blue mountains
And we'll scour the Bathurst plains
For we scorn to live in slavery
Bound down with iron chains
