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There was a wild colonial boy, Jack Duggan was his nameHe was born and raised in Ireland in a place called CastlemaineHe was his father's only son, his mother's pride and joyAnd dearly did his parents love the wild colonial boyAt the early age of sixteen years, he left his native homeAnd to Australia's sunny shore he was inclined to roamHe robbed the rich, he helped the poor, he shot James McAvoyA terror to Australia was the wild colonial boyOne morning on the prairie as Jack he rode alongA listening to the mockingbird a singing a cheerful songOut stepped a band of troopers, Kelly, Davis and FitzroyThey all set out to capture him, the wild colonial boy"Surrender now Jack Duggan for you see we're three to oneSurrender in the Queen's high name for you're a plundering son"Jack pulled two pistols from his belt and he proudly waved them high"I'll fight, but not surrender," said the wild colonial boyHe fired a shot at Kelly, which brought him to the groundAnd turning 'round to Davis, he received a fatal woundA bullet pierced his proud young heart from the pistol of FitzroyAnd that was how they captured him, the wild colonial boy From Letras Mania