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There was a wild colonial boy, Jack Duggan was his name
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He was born and raised in Ireland, in a place called Castlemaine
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He was his father's only son, his mother's pride and joy
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And dearly did his parents love the wild colonial boy
 
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At the early age of sixteen years he left his native home
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And to Australia's sunny shore, he was inclined to roam
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He robbed the rich, he helped the poor, he shot James MacEvoy
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A terror to Australia was the wild colonial boy
 
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One morning on the prairie, as Jack he rode along
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A-listening to the mocking bird, a-singing a cheerful song
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Up stepped a band of troopers: Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy
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They all set out to capture him, the wild colonial boy
 
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Surrender now, Jack Duggan, for you see we're three to one
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Surrender in the King's high name, you are a plundering son
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Jack drew two pistols from his belt, he proudly waved them high
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I'll fight, but not surrender, said the wild colonial boy
 
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He fired a shot at Kelly, which brought him to the ground
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And turning round to Davis, he received a fatal wound
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A bullet pierced his proud young heart, from the pistol of Fitzroy
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And that was how they captured him, the wild colonial boy