Chorus

Then come, my hearties, we’ll roam the mountains high!

Together we will plunder, together we will die!

We’ll wander over mountains and we’ll gallop over

plains—

For we scorn to live in slavery, bound down in iron

chains.

I’d scarce been there twelve months or more upon the

Australian shore,

When I took to the highway, as I’d oft-times done before.

There was me and Jacky Underwood, and Webber and

Webster, too.

These were the true associates of bold Jack Donahoo.

Chorus: Then come, &c.

Now, Donahoo was taken, all for a notorious crime,

And sentenced to be hanged upon the gallows-tree so high.

But when they came to Sydney gaol, he left them in a stew,

And when they came to call the roll, they missed bold

Donahoo.

Chorus: Then come, &c.

As Donahoo made his escape, to the bush he went straight-

way.

The people they were all afraid to travel night or day—

For every week in the newspapers there was published some-thing

new

Concerning this dauntless hero, the bold Jack Donahoo!

Chorus: Then come, &c.

As Donahoo was cruising, one summer’s afternoon,

little was his notion his death was near so soon,

When a sergeant of the horse police discharged his car-a-bine,

And called aloud on Donahoo to fight or to resign.

Chorus: Then come, &c.

“Resign to you—you cowardly dogs! a thing I ne’er will do,

For I’ll fight this night with all my might,” cried bold Jack

Donahoo.

“I’d rather roam these hills and dales, like wolf or kangaroo,

Than work one hour for Government!” cried bold Jack

Donahoo.

Chorus: Then come, &c.

He fought six rounds with the horse police until the fatal

ball,

Which pierced his heart and made him start, caused Donahoo

to fall.

And as he closed his mournful eyes, he bade this world Adieu,

Saying, “Convicts all, both large and small, say prayers for

Donahoo!”

Chorus: Then come, &c.