There was a wild colonial boy, Jack Doogan was his 
name.
He was born and raised in Ireland, in a place called 
Castle Maine.
He was his father's only hope, 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 shores he was inclined to 
roam.
He went and robbed the stagecoach and he shot James 
McEvoy.
A terror to Australia was the wild colonial boy.

One morning on the prairie young Jack Doogan rode 
along.
He was listening to the mocking birds, they were 
singing a cheerful song.
They all rode up to capture him, the wild colonial boy.

"Surrender now Jack Doogan, you see it's three to one.
Surrender in the Queen's high name for you're her 
plundering son."
He drew two pistols from his belt and he proudly waved 
them high.
"I'll fight but not surrender" cried the wild colonial 
boy.

He fired a ball at Kelly who fell dead right to the 
ground.
Then he fired a ball at Davis who was dead before he 
hit the ground.
But the bullet that pierced his proud young heart was 
from the pistol of Fitzroy.
And that's the way they captured him, the wild colonial 
boy.