Wild Colonial Boy

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Verse

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I knew a wild colonial boy Jack Doolan was his name
                  C7                        C
Of poor but honest parents he was born in Castlemaine
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he was his fathers favourite son, his mother hope and joy
                      F               G7            C
The pride of both his parents was the wild colonial boy

Verse 2

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At barely sixteen years of age he left his fathers house
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Bushranging to the sunny south, Australia, he set out
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He robbed the wiry squatters, their stocks he did destroy
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A terror to Australia was the wild colonial boy

Verse 3

   C              F                  G7           C
In sixty one this daring youth commenced his wild career
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With a heart that knew no danger no foeman did he fear
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He held the Beechworth mail-coach up and robbed Judge MacE voy
                      F                  G7            C
Who trembled and gave up his gold to the wild colonial boy

Verse 4

   C                   F           G7          C
He bade the Judge good morning and told him to beware
                      C7          G7               C
That he'd never rob a hearty chap who acted on the square
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And never you rob a mother of her son and only joy
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Or else he may turn outlaw like the wild colonial boy

Verse 5

    C                     F           G7          C
One day along the mountainside , Jack nimbly rode along
                        C7     G7                      C
Listening to the little birds, sing their merry little song
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Up rode three mounted troopers, Kelly Davis and Fitzroy
                      F          G7             C
And cowardly tried to capture the Wild Colonial Boy

Verse 6

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Surrender now Jack Doolin for you see its three to one
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Surrender in the Queens good name, you daring highway man
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Jack drew a pistol from his side and waved the lively toy
                    F                    G7            C
"I'll shoot but not surrender" cried the Wild Colonial Boy"

Verse 7

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He fired at trooper kelly and he brought him to the ground
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And on return from Davis re ceived his mortal wound
                    F                G7          C
All tattered in his crimson gore was finished by fitzroy
                  F                G7            C
How cowardly they captured him the wild colonial boy

Chords progression: C F G7 C --> I II IV I @C

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