The Wild Colonial Boy
Mick JaggerVersione di A.L. Lloyd risalente agli anni 50. | |
In Dublin town I was brought up that city of great fame My parents reared me tenderly there's many did the same Being a wild colonial boy I was forced to cross the main And for seven long years in New South Wales to wear a convict's chain Oh I'd been no longer than six months upon Australian shores When I turned out as a Tory boy as I'd often done before There was Macnamara from yonder woods and Captain Mackie too They were the chief associates of bold Jack Donahoe As O'Donahoe was taken for a notorious crime And sentenced to be hanged all on the gallows high But when he came to Sydney gaol he left them in a stew For when they came to call the roll they missed Jack Donahoe As O'Donahoe made his escape to the woods he did repair Where the tyrants dared not show their face by night and day And every week in the newspapers there was published something new Concerning that bold hero boy called brave Jack Donahoe As O'Donahoe was walking one summer's afternoon Little was his notion that his death should be so soon When a sergeant of the horse police discharged his carabine And loudly called to O'Donahoe to fight or else resign Resign to you, you cowardly dogs its a thing I ne'er will do For I'll range these woods and valleys like a wolf or kangaroo Before I'll work for Government said bold Jack Donahoe Nine rounds the horse policeman fired till at length a fatal ball He lodged it in O'Donahoe's breast and it caused him to fall As he closed his mournful eyes to this world he bid adieu Good people all both great and small pray for Jack Donahoe | BOLD JACK DONOHUE Come all you gallant bushrangers that gallop on the plain, That's going to live in slavery, or wear the convict chain. Attention pay to what I say, and value it if you do, I will relate the matchless fate of Bold Jack Donahue. Bold Donahue was taken all for a notorious crime And sentenced to be hanged upon the gallows tree so high. But when they brought him to Bathurst Gaol, he left them in a stew, For when they came to call the roll, they missed Jack Donahue. When Donahue made his escape, to the bush he went straight way. The squatters they were all afraid to travel by night and day And every day in the newspapers, they brought out something new, Concerning that bold bushranger they called Jack Donahue. As he and his companions rode out one afternoon, Not thinking that the pains of death would overtake him soon, To their surprise the horse police well on they came in view And in double quick time they did advance to take Jack Donahue. “Oh Donahue, Donahue, throw down your carabine. Or do you intend to fight us all and will you not resign?” “To surrender to such cowardly dogs is a thing I never would do, This day I'll fight with all me might”, says Bold Jack Donahue. “It never shall be said of me that Donahue the brave Surrendered to a policeman or became an Englishman's slave. I'd rather roam the bush so wide like a dingo or kangaroo Than work one day for the government,” says Bold Jack Donahue. The sergeant and the corporal, they did their men divide, Some fired at him from behind and some from every side. The sergeant and the corporal, they both fired at him too And a rifle bullet pierced the heart of Bold Jack Donahue. Nine rounds he fired and nine men shot before that fatal ball That pierced his heart and made him smart and caused him for to fall. And as he closed his mournful eyes, he bid the world adieu, Saying, “Convicts all, pray for the soul of Bold Jack Donahue.” |