The Wild Colonial Boy Dr. Hook

There was a wild colonial boy, Jack Doolan was his name
Of poor but honest parents, he was born near Castlemaine

He was his father's only son, and his mother's pride and joy
So dearly did his parents love their wild colonial boy

Barely sixteen years of age he first began to roam
And found Australia's sunny shores, and called it his true home

He robbed the wealthy squatters, their assets to destroy
A terror to the rich ones was the wild colonial boy

Back in eighteen sixty one, began his wild career
With a head that knew no danger, and a heart that held no fear

He held the Mudgee mail coach up, and he shot Judge MacEvoy
A curse to every copper was the wild colonial boy

Later on that very day, as Jack he rode along
Listening to the kookaburras pleasant laughing song

He spied three mounted troopers; Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy
With a warrant for the capture of the wild colonial boy

"Surrender now, Jack Doolan, for you see we're three to one
Surrender now in the Queen's high name, or your living days are done"