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Herb Green
St Lucia. The Wild Colonial BoyI knew a wild colonial boy, Jack Dowling was his name,He came of honest parents way down in Castlemaine. He was his father's favourite son, his mother's hope and joy. The pride of both his parents was the Wild Colonial Boy. At the early age of sixteen he left his father's house; Bushranging to the sunny south, Australia, he set out. He robbed the wiry squatters, their stocks he did destroy; A terror to Australia was this Wild Colonial Boy. In sixty-one this daring youth commenced his wild career, With a heart that knew no danger, no foeman did he fear. He held the Beechworth mail -coach up, and robbed Judge MacEvoy, Who trembled and gave up his gold to the Wild Colonial Boy. He bade the Judge good morning, and told him to beware, That he'd never rob a decent chap who acted on the square; 'And never you rob a mother of her son and only joy Or else he may turn outlaw like the Wild Colonial Boy." One day along the mountainside Jack nimbly rode along, Listening to the little birds, their merry little song. Up rode three mounted troopers, Kelly,Davis and Fitzroy, And cowardly tried to capture the Wild Colonial Boy. Surrender now, Jack Dowling, you see ifs three to one. Surrender in the Queen's name, you daring highwayman. Jack drew a pistol from his side, he aimed the little toy; "I'll shoot but not surrender," cried the Wild Colonial Boy. He fired at trooper Kelly and he brought him to the ground And on return from Davis received his mortal wound. All tattered in his crimson gore was finished by Fitzroy; How cowardly they did capture the Wild Colonial Boy. |