There was a wild colonial boy, Jack Doolan was his name
Of poor but honest parents, he was born in 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 age of sixteen years he left his native home
And through Australia's sunny climb a bush ranger did roam
He robbed those wealthy squatters, their stocks he did destroy
A terror to Australia was the wild colonial boy

One day as he was riding the mountainside alone
Listening to the little birds, their happy laughing song
Three mounted troopers rode along, Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy
With a warrant for the capture of the wild colonial boy

Surrender now, Jack Doolan, you see there's three to one
Surrender in the Queen's own name, you daring highwayman"
And Jack drew a pistol from his belt and waved it like a toy
I'll fight but not surrender," cried the wild colonial boy
He fired at Trooper Kelly and brought him to the ground
And in return from Davis received a mortal wound
All shattered through the jaws he lay, still firing at Fitzroy
And that's the way they captured him, the wild colonial boy

So come away, me hearties, we'll roam the mountains high
Together we will plunder and together we will die
We'll scour along the valleys and we'll gallop o'er the plains
And scorn to live in slavery bound down by iron chains"