Ballad of Jack Dolan

Описание: “The Ballad of Jack Dolan,” Albums: Clancy, O’Connell & Clancy (1997), There Were Roses (1986). Click "more" for lyrics and details. Please click on Subscribe and Notifications to know when the next song is posted. And while you're here, give us a "Thumbs Up" so others will be more likely to find us -- it's an "algorithm" thing.

Production Information for Clancy, O'Connell & Clancy CD:
Robbie O’Connell—Vocal and guitar
Liam Clancy—Vocal
Dónal Clancy—Vocals, cittern and 5-string banjo
Martin Murray—Mandolin
James Blennerhassett—Bass

Recorded and mixed at Ring Recording Studio, Ring, Co. Waterford, Ireland
Engineers: Bruno Staehelin, Martin Murray and Dónal Clancy
Produced by Liam Clancy, Robbie O’Connell and Dónal Clancy
Mastered by Gerry Putnam at Cedar House Studio, New London, NH

Lyrics:

THE BALLAD OF JACK DOLAN
© Robbie O’Connell 1985 Slievenamon Music (BMI)

It’s of a wild colonial boy, Jack Dolan 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 their wild colonial boy

At scarcely sixteen years of age he left his father’s home
And to Australia’s sunny clime a bushranger he roamed
He robbed those wealthy squatters and their stock he did destroy
A terror to Australia was the wild colonial boy

Chorus
So come on all me hearties, we’ll roam the mountains high
Together we will plunder and together we will die
We’ll wander o’er the valleys, we’ll gallop o’er the plains
We’ll scorn to live in slavery, bound down in iron chains

In ‘61, this daring youth commenced his wild career
With a heart that knew no danger, no foeman did he fear
He held up the Beechworth mail coach and he robbed Judge McEvoy
Who trembled and gave up his gold to the wild colonial boy

One day as he was rambling the mountainside along
Listening to those little birds, their pleasant laughing song
Up rode three mounted troopers, Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy
They swore that they would capture him, the wild colonial boy

Chorus

Surrender now Jack Dolan for you see we’re three to one
Surrender now Jack Dolan or your life will not be long
Jack pulled a pistol from his belt and shook it up on high
“I’ll fight but not surrender,” said the wild colonial boy

He fired at trooper Kelly and he brought him to the ground
Then turning round to Davis, he received a mortal wound
All shattered through the jaw he lay, still firing at Fitzroy
And that’s the way they captured him, the Wild Colonial Boy