'Oh come away me hearties and

We'll roam the mountains high,

Together we will plunder

And together we will die.

We'll wonder along the valleys

And we'll gallop or'er the plains,

And scorn to live in slavery,

Bound down by iron chains.

 

Verse One

There was a wild Colonial Boy,

Jack Doolan was his name,

Of poor but honest parents,

He was born in Castlemaine.

He was his father's only hope

His mother's pride and joy,

And dearly did his parents love

The Wild Colonial Boy.

 

Verse Two

At the age of sixteen years

He left his native home,

And to Australia's sunny shores

A bushranger did roam.

They put him in the iron gang

In the government employ,

But never an iron on earth could hold

The Wild Colonial Boy

 

Verse Three

In sixty-one this daring youth

Commenced his wild career,

With a heart that knew no danger

And no foreman did he fear.

He stuck up the Beechworth mail coach

And robbed Judge MacEvoy

Who, trembling cold, gave up his gold

To the Wild Colonial Boy.

 

Verse Four

He bade the Judge good morning

And he told him to beware,

That he'd never rob a needy man

Or one who acted square,

But a Judge who'd robed a mother

Of her one and only joy

Sure, he must be a worse outlaw

thanThe Wild Colonial Boy

 

Verse Five

One day as Jack was riding

The mountainside along,

A- listening to the little birds

Their happy laughing song.

Three mounted troopers came along,

Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy

With a warrant for the capture of

The Wild Colonial Boy.

 

Verse Six

'Surrender now! Jack Doolan,

For you see it's three to one;

Surrender in the Queen's own name,

You are a highwayman.

'Jack drew his pistol from his belt

And waved it like a toy,'

I'll fight, but not surrender,

' criedThe Wild Colonial Boy.

 

Verse Seven

He fired at trooper Kelly

And brought him to the ground,

And in return from Davis,

Received a mortal wound,

All shattered through the jaws he lay

Still firing at Fitzroy,

And that's the way they captured him,

The Wild Colonial Boy.

 

So come away me hearties and

We'll roam the mountains high,

Together we will plunder

And together we will die.

We'll wonder along the valleys

And we'll gallop or'er the plains,

And scorn to live in slavery,

Bound down by iron chains.