There was a wild, colonial boy
Jack Donahue was his name
Of poor but honest parents
he was born in Castle Lane
He was his father's only son
His mother's pride and joy
And dearly did his parents love
He was scarcely sixteen years of age
When he left his father's home
And through Australia's sunny clime
He robbed the Beechworth mail coach
A tale or two, Australia was
Now one day, as he was riding the
A -listenin' to the little birds,
their pleasant laughin' song
Three mounted troopers rode along,
They had all set out to capture him,
Surrender now, Jack Do nahue,
for you see, there's three to one
Surrender now, Jack Donahue,
He threw his pistol from his belt
I'll fight but not surrender,
spend a while alone, you boy.
He fired at Trooper Kelly
an d he brought him to the ground.
And in return from Davis,
he received a mortal wound.
A bullet through his heart he lay,
