'Tis of 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,
And dearly did his parents love the wild Colonial boy.
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Come, all my hearties, we'll roam the mountains high, Together we will plunder, together we will die. We'll wander over valleys, and gallop over plains, And we'll scorn to live in slavery, bound down with iron chains. very fine poem. tony
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" Surrender now, Jack Doolan, you see there's three to one. Surrender now, Jack Doolan, you daring highwayman." He drew a pistol from his belt, and shook the little toy. " I'll fight, but not surrender, " said the wild Colonial boy. expression of courage. a fine poem. tony
This report is factually inappropriate as the poet was not Banjo Patterson and you have made an unjustified conclusion of the author. UNACCEPTABLE! ! !