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Ballad of Jack Dolan

“The Ballad of Jack Dolan,” Albums: Clancy, O’Connell & Clancy (1997), There Were Roses (1986). Click "more" for lyrics and details. Please click on Subscribe and Notifications to know when the next song is posted. And while you're here, give us a "Thumbs Up" so others will be more likely to find us -- it's an "algorithm" thing. Production Information for Clancy, O'Connell & Clancy CD: Robbie O’Connell—Vocal and guitar Liam Clancy—Vocal Dónal Clancy—Vocals, cittern and 5-string banjo Martin Murray—Mandolin James Blennerhassett—Bass Recorded and mixed at Ring Recording Studio, Ring, Co. Waterford, Ireland Engineers: Bruno Staehelin, Martin Murray and Dónal Clancy Produced by Liam Clancy, Robbie O’Connell and Dónal Clancy Mastered by Gerry Putnam at Cedar House Studio, New London, NH Lyrics: THE BALLAD OF JACK DOLAN © Robbie O’Connell 1985 Slievenamon Music (BMI) It’s of a wild colonial boy, Jack Dolan was his name Of poor but honest parents, he was born in Castlemaine He was his father’s only hope, his mother’s only joy And dearly did his parents love their wild colonial boy At scarcely sixteen years of age he left his father’s home And to Australia’s sunny clime a bushranger he roamed He robbed those wealthy squatters and their stock he did destroy A terror to Australia was the wild colonial boy Chorus So come on all me hearties, we’ll roam the mountains high Together we will plunder and together we will die We’ll wander o’er the valleys, we’ll gallop o’er the plains We’ll scorn to live in slavery, bound down in iron chains In ‘61, this daring youth commenced his wild career With a heart that knew no danger, no foeman did he fear He held up the Beechworth mail coach and he robbed Judge McEvoy Who trembled and gave up his gold to the wild colonial boy One day as he was rambling the mountainside along Listening to those little birds, their pleasant laughing song Up rode three mounted troopers, Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy They swore that they would capture him, the wild colonial boy Chorus Surrender now Jack Dolan for you see we’re three to one Surrender now Jack Dolan or your life will not be long Jack pulled a pistol from his belt and shook it up on high “I’ll fight but not surrender,” said the wild colonial boy He fired at trooper Kelly and he brought him to the ground Then turning round to Davis, he received a mortal wound All shattered through the jaw he lay, still firing at Fitzroy And that’s the way they captured him, the Wild Colonial Boy