Come all you gallant bushrangers who gallop o'er the 
plains
Refuse to live in slavery, or wear the convict chains.
Attention pay to what I say, and value if I do
For I will relate the matchless tale of bold jack 
donahue.

Come all you sons of liberty and everyone besides
I'll sing to you a story that will fill you with 
surprise
Concerning of a bold bushranger, jack donahue was his 
name
And he scorned to humble to the crown, bound down with 
iron chain.

Now donahue was taken all for a notorious crime
And sentenced to be hanged upon the gallows tree so 
high
But when they took him to bathurst gaol, he left them 
in a stew
For when they came to call the roll, they missed jack 
donahue.

Now when donahue made his escape, to the bush he went 
straight way.
The squatters they were all afraid to travel by night 
and by day
And every day in the newspapers, they brought out 
something new,
Concerning that bold bushranger they called jack 
donahue.

Now one day as he was riding the mountainside alone
Not thinking that the pains of death would overtake him 
soon.
When all he spied the horse police well on they came up 
into view
And in double quick time they did advance to take jack 
donahue.

``oh donahue, donahue, throw down your carbine.
Or do you intend to fight us all and will you not 
resign? ''
``surrender to such cowardly dogs is a thing that I 
never would do,
For this day I'll fight with all my might'', cried bold 
jack donahue.

Now the sergeant and the corporal, their men they did 
divide
Some fired at him from behind and some from every side.
The sergeant and the corporal, they both fired at him, 
too.
And a rifle bullet pierced the heart of bold jack 
donahue.

Now nine rounds he fired and nine men down before that 
fated ball
Which pierced his heart and made him smart and caused 
him for to fall
And as he closed his mournful eyes, he bid the world 
adieu,
Saying ``convicts all, pray for the soul of bold jack 
donahue.''