The Australian Flag - this is a very patriotic site.

Australian Song - The Wild Colonial Boy, very popular song that appeals to our wild Irish streak and based on the exploits of a certain Mr. Jack Doolan.  We're a wierd mob

The Wild Colonial Boy

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For some reason which cannot be explained satisfactorily,  some Australians seem to have a soft spot for bushrangers and  lawbreakers and in many cases  they have become folk heroes - refer specifically to Ned Kelly. Many early settlers had Irish backgrounds, not that this really explains anything, but we thought it deserved a mention.
We must confess we have a sneaking admiration for them too - our Aussie Folk Heroes.  Have a look at verses six and seven!  The Black and White Gallery has some pictures and a little history about some early Irish settlers of Australia.

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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 or'er the plains,
And scorn to live in slavery,
Bound down by iron chains.

Verse 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 his parents love
The Wild Colonial Boy.

Verse Two
At the age of sixteen years
He left his native home,
And to Australia's sunny shores
A bushranger did roam.
They put him in the iron gang
In the government employ,
But never an iron on earth could hold
The Wild Colonial Boy

Verse Three
In sixty-one this daring youth
Commenced his wild career,
With a heart that knew no danger
And no foreman did he fear.
He stuck up the Beechworth mail coach
And robbed Judge MacEvoy
Who, trembling cold, gave up his gold
To the Wild Colonial Boy


Verse Four
He bade the Judge good morning
And he told him to beware,
That he'd never rob a needy man
Or one who acted square,
But a Judge who'd robed a mother
Of her one and only joy
Sure, he must be a worse outlaw than
The Wild Colonial Boy

Verse Five
One day as Jack was riding
The mountainside along,
A- listening to the little birds
Their happy laughing song.
Three mounted troopers came along,
Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy
With a warrant for the capture of
The Wild Colonial Boy.

Verse Six
'Surrender now! Jack Doolan,
For you see it's three to one;
Surrender in the Queen's own name,
You are a highwayman.'
Jack drew his pistol from his belt
And waved it like a toy,
'I'll fight, but not surrender,' cried
The Wild Colonial Boy.

Verse Seven
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.