There was a wild, colonial boy
Jack Donahue was his name
Of poor but honest parents
he was born in Castle Lane
He was his father's only son
His mother's pride and joy
And dearly did his parents love
The wild colonial boy
He was scarcely sixteen years of age
When he left his father's home
And through Australia's sunny clime
An outlaw he did roam
He robbed the Beechworth mail coach
And he shot Judge McAvoy
A tale or two, Australia was
a wild colonial boy
Now one day, as he was riding the
mountainside along
A -listenin' to the little birds,
their pleasant laughin' song
Three mounted troopers rode along,
Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy
They had all set out to capture him,
the wild, colonial boy
Surrender now, Jack Do nahue,
for you see, there's three to one
Surrender now, Jack Donahue,
you daring highwaymen
He threw his pistol from his belt
and shouted at Fitzroy,
I'll fight but not surrender,
spend a while alone, you boy.
He fired at Trooper Kelly
an d he brought him to the ground.
And in return from Davis,
he received a mortal wound.
A bullet through his heart he lay,
still firing at Fitzroy.
And that's the way they
captured him,
the wild colonial boy.
And that's the way they
captured him,
the wild colonial boy.