No, there was a wild colonial boy
He robbed the wealthy squatters
and their flocks he did destroy
And the terror to the rich man
was the wild colonial boy
Hey! Now early one spring morning
as Jack Doogan rode along
A -listening to the little birds,
their happy, warbling song
Do you like the little birdie
He met three mounted troopers,
So come along me hearties,
we'll run the mountains high
We'll wander over valleys
and we'll gallop over plains
For we scorn to live in slavery,
bound down by iron chains
Now it's the troopers talking,
Surrender now Jack Dugan,
for your sea is three to one
Surrender now, Jack Dugan,
for your thieving days are done.
He whipped the pistol from his belt
and he shook that little toy.
I'll fight, but I won't surrender.
Shouts the wild colonial boy.
So he fired at Trooper Kelly.
And he brought him to the ground.
But then a shot from Davis
gave the boy his mortal wound
That's to rhyme with ground
All shattered through the jaw he fell,
And that's the way they finished him,
So come along me hearties,
we'll roam the mountains high
Together we will plunder,
We'll wander over valleys,
For we scorn to live in slavery,
bound down by iron chains