The following song, held in the National Library of Australia catalogued as TRC2539/016, has been transcribed by Graham H Dodsworth from words sung by Mr Fox on a recording collected/recorded in 1950s & 1960s by Norm O'Connor. Wild Colonial Boy: 1st. Verse: Tis of a Wild Colonial Boy, Jack Dowling was his name. Of poor but honest parents he was born in Castlemaine. He was is father’s only hope, his mother’s pride and joy. And dearly did his parents love the Wild Colonial Boy. 2nd. Verse: So come along my hearties we’ll roam the mountains high, Together we will plunder and together we will die, We’ll wander over valleys and we’ll gallop over plains. We’ll scorn to live in slavery bound down with iron chains. 3rd. Verse: When he was 16 years of age he left his father’s home. And through Australia’s sunny clime a bushranger he roamed. He robbed the wealthy squatters and their stock he did destroy. A terror to Australia was the Wild Colonial Boy. 4th. Verse: In eighteen hundred and sixty-one he launched his wild career. With a heart that knew no danger, no foeman did he fear. He stuck up the Beechworth mailcoach and he robbed Judge McArroy. Who trembled and gave up his gold to the Wild Colonial Boy. 5th. Verse: He bade the judge good morning and he warned him to beware. That he’d never robbed a hearty chap that acted on the square. He’d never robbed another of a son and only joy. Or else you might turn outlaw like the Wild Colonial Boy. 6th. Verse: One day as he was riding the mountain side along. Listening to the little birds their pleasant laughing song. Three mounted troopers rode along, Kelly Davis and Fitzroy. They thought that they would capture him, The Wild Colonial Boy. 7th. Verse: ‘Surrender now Jack Dowling you see there’s three to one. Surrender in the Queen’s name, you daring highway man.’ Jack drew a pistol from his belt and waved it like a toy. I’ll fight but not surrender cried the Wild Colonial Boy. 8th. Verse: He fired at Trooper (Cooper) Kelly and brought him to the ground. And in return from Davis he 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. 9th. Verse: So come along my hearties we’ll roam the mountains high, Together we will plunder and together we will die, We’ll wander over valleys and we’ll gallop over plains. We’ll scorn to live in slavery bound down with iron chains.