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By the Eumerella Shore / The Wild Colonial Boy Lyrics

By the Eumerella Shore

There's a happy little valley on the Eumerella Shore

Where I lingered many happy hours away

On my little pre-selection, I have acres by the score

Where I unyoke the bullocks from the dray

To my bullocks then I say, No matter where you stray

You will never be impounded anymore

For you're running, running, running on the duffer's piecе of land

Pre-selectеd on the Eumerella Shore

If we find a mob of horses when the paddock rails are down

Though before they were never known to stray

We will round them up and drive them to some distant inland town

And we'll sell them into slavery far away

To Jack Robertson we'll say, We are on a better lay

And we'll never go a-farming anymore

For it's easier duffin' cattle on the little piece of land

Pre-selected on the Eumerella Shore

The Wild Colonial Boy

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 only joy

The pride of both his parents was the Wild Colonial BoyHe was barely sixteen years of age when he left his father's home

And through Australia's sunny clime as a bushranger did roam

He robbed those wealthy squatters, their stocks he did destroy

A terror to the rich man was the Wild Colonial Boy

One day as he was riding the mountain-side along

Listening to the bush birds, their happy, laughing song

Three mounted troopers came in sight: Kelly, Davis, and FitzRoy

And thought that they would capture him, the Wild Colonial Boy

Surrender now, Jack Doolan, you see we're three to one

Surrender now, Jack Doolan, you daring highwayman

But he drew his pistol from his belt, and spun it like a toy

I'll fight, but not surrender, said the Wild Colonial Boy

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