Тональность

 
VERSE 1:
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There was a wild colonial boy, Jack Duggan was his name 
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He was born and raised in Ireland, in a place called Castlemaine 
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He was his father's only son, his mother's pride and joy 
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And dearly did his parents love the wild colonial boy 
  
VERSE 2:
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At the early age of sixteen years he left his native home 
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And to Australia's sunny shore, he was inclined to roam 
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He robbed the rich, he helped the poor, he shot James MacEvoy 
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А terror to Australia was the wild colonial boy   
 
VERSE 3:
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One morning on the prairie, as Jack he rode along 
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A-listening to the mocking bird, a-singing a cheerful song 
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Up stepped a band of troopers: Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy 
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They all set out to capture him, the wild colonial boy 
  
VERSE 4:
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Surrender now, Jack Duggan, for you see we're three to one 
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Surrender in the King's high name, you are a plundering son 
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Jack drew two pistols from his belt, he proudly waved them high 
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I'll fight, but not surrender, said the wild colonial boy 

VERSE 5:
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He fired a shot at Kelly, which brought him to the ground 
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And turning round to Davis, he received a fatal wound 
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А bullet pierced his proud young heart, from the pistol of Fitzroy 
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And that was how they captured him, the wild colonial boy