Al Backstrom - Wild Colonial Boy Lyrics

Well at the age of 16 years he left his native home
And to Australian sunny shores the bush ranger would roam
They put him on the iron gang in government employ
But no iron on earth could ever hold the wild colonial boy

Well he bade the judge good morning and told him to beware
That he'd never robbed a poor man or one who acted square
But a judge who'd rob his mother of her one and only joy
Must be a worse outlaw than the wild colonial boy

So come away me hearty's we'll roam the mountains high
Together we will plunder and together we will die
We'll scar along the valleys and gallop through the plains
And scorn to live in slavery bound by iron chains

Well surrender now Jack Doolan for it's three to one
Surrender in the Queen's high name, or your living days are done
Jack drew a pistol from his belt and waved it like a toy
Well I'll fight but not surrender cried the wild colonial boy

Well he fired at that trooper and bough him to the ground
But a bullet whistled back that bough the wild boy down
Pierced his proud young heart from the pistol of Fitzroy
That's how they captured the wild colonial boy

So come away me hearty's we'll roam the mountains high
Together we will plunder and together we will die
We'll scar along the valleys and gallop through the plains
And scorn to live in slavery bound by iron chains