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Sophia Engel Australia (4/26/2013 8:29:00 PM)

I read in a book a poem about A boy in Australia, the start goes something like this:
There was a wild colonial boy
Jack Doolan was his name
Of poor but honest parents
He was born in Castlemaine
He was his fathers only hope
His mothers pride and joy
And dearly did his parents love
The wild colonial boy

Please Please Please answer! ! ! ! ! !
Sophia Engel

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  • Freshman - 1,450 Points Laura Burns (4/27/2013 10:22:00 AM) Post reply
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    There are several versions of this folk ballad. Here is one:

    There was a wild colonial boy Jack Doolan was his name,
    Of poor but honest parents he was born in Castlemaine.
    He was his father's only hope, his mother's pride and joy,
    And dearly did the parents love the wild colonial boy

    Then, come all my hearties, we'll range the mountain side;
    Together we will plunder, together we will ride.
    We'll scour along the valleys and gallop o'er the plains,
    We scorn to live in slavery bowed down with iron chains.

    In 'sixty-one this daring youth commenced his wild career;
    With a heart that knew no danger, no foeman did he fear;
    He stuck up the Beechworth mailcoach and robbed Judge MacEvoy,
    Who trembled and gave up his gold to the wild colonial boy.

    Then, come all my hearties, we'll range the mountain side;
    Together we will plunder, together we will ride.
    We'll scour along the valleys and gallop o'er the plains,
    We scorn to live in slavery bowed down with iron chains.

    He bade the judge good morning, and told him to beware,
    That he'd never rob a hearty chap who acted on the square;
    And never to rob a mother of her son and only joy,
    Or else you may turn outlaw like the wild colonial boy.

    Then, come all my hearties, we'll range the mountain side;
    Together we will plunder, together we will ride.
    We'll scour along the valleys and gallop o'er the plains,
    We scorn to live in slavery bowed down with iron chains.

    One day as he was riding the mountain side along,
    A-listening to the little birds, their pleasant laughing song.
    Three mounted troopers came in view, Kelly, Davis, and Fitzroy.
    They thought that they would capture him, the wild colonial boy.

    Then, come all my hearties, we'll range the mountain side;
    Together we will plunder, together we will ride.
    We'll scour along the valleys and gallop o'er the plains,
    We scorn to live in slavery bowed down with iron chains.

    'Surrender now, Jack Doolan, you see there's three to one,
    Surrender now, Jack Doolan, you daring highwayman! '
    Jack drew a pistol from his belt and spun it like a toy,
    'I'll fight but I won't surrender', said the wild colonial boy.

    Then, come all my hearties, we'll range the mountain side;
    Together we will plunder, together we will ride.
    We'll scour along the valleys and gallop o'er the plains,
    We scorn to live in slavery bowed down with iron chains.

    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.

    Then, come all my hearties, we'll range the mountain side;
    Together we will plunder, together we will ride.
    We'll scour along the valleys and gallop o'er the plains,
    We scorn to live in slavery bowed down with iron chains.

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