There was a wild colonial boy, Jack Duggan was his name
He was born and raised in Ireland in a place called 
Castlemaine
He was his father's only son, his mother's pride and 
joy
And dearly did his parents love the wild colonial boy

At the early age of sixteen years, he left his native 
home
And to Australia's sunny shore he was inclined to roam
He robbed the rich, he helped the poor, he shot James 
McAvoy
A terror to Australia was the wild colonial boy

One morning on the prairie as Jack he rode along
A listening to the mockingbird a singing a cheerful 
song
Fitzroy
They all set out to capture him, the wild colonial boy

'Surrender now Jack Duggan for you see we're three to 
one
Surrender 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 
boy 

He fired a shot at Kelly, which brought him to the 
ground
And turning 'round to Davis, he received a fatal wound
A bullet pierced his proud young heart from the pistol 
of Fitzroy
And that was how they captured him, the wild colonial 
boy