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The Pub Songs Podcast is a personal podcast of Marc Gunn. It opens with some pub songs from Ireland, Scotland and around the world, song that you may hear in pubs, plus, folk song lyrics and news. It also features poetry, rants, and raves and some of the favorite non-Celtic bands of Marc Gunn.
Saturday, June 10, 2006Show #6 - Wild Colonial Boy, General Taylor, Ritalin, and Crappy PiratesSongs:
 Show #6 - Wild Colonial Boy, General Taylor, Ritalin, and Crappy PiratesWild Colonial Boy traditional, as sung by StoneRing There was a wild colonial boy, Jack Doogan was his name. He was born and raised in Ireland, in a place called Castle Maine. He was his father's only hope, his mother's pride and joy. And dearly did his parents love the wild colonial boy. At the early age of sixteen years he left his native home. And to Australia's sunny shores he was inclined to roam. He went and robbed the stagecoach and he shot James McEvoy. A terror to Australia was the wild colonial boy. One morning on the prairie young Jack Doogan rode along. He was listening to the mocking birds, they were singing a cheerful song. Up rode a band of troupers, Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy. They all rode up to capture him, the wild colonial boy. "Surrender now Jack Doogan, you see it's three to one. Surrender in the Queen's high name for you're her plundering son." He drew two pistols from his belt and he proudly waved them high. "I'll fight but not surrender" cried the wild colonial boy. He fired a ball at Kelly who fell dead right to the ground. Then he fired a ball at Davis who was dead before he hit the ground. But the bullet that pierced his proud young heart was from the pistol of Fitzroy. And that's the way they captured him, the wild colonial boy. General Taylor traditional, as sung by Pandora Celtica Well General Taylor gained the day Walk him along, John, Carry him along Well General Taylor gained the day Carry him to his bury'n ground Tell me way, hey, you stormy Walk him along, John, carry him along Tel me way, hey, you stormy Carry him to his bury'n ground We'll dig his grave with a silver spade Walk him along, John, Carry him along His shroud of the finest silk will be made Carry him to his bury'n ground We'll lower him down with a golden chain Walk him along, John, Carry him along On every inch we'll carve his name Carry him to his bury'n ground Well General Taylor died long ago Walk him along, John, Carry him along He's gone where the stormy winds don't blow Carry him to his bury'n ground Posted by Marc Gunn on Saturday, June 10, 2006
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