In Dublin town I was brought up
That city of great fame
My parents reared me tenderly
And many one knows that same
For being a bold United Boy
I was forced to cross the main
For seven long years to New South Wales
To wear the convict's chains.
II
I was not longer than six months
Upon the Australian shore
When I turned out a bold Fenian Boy
As I often did before
There was Mac Namara from yonder hills
And Captain Mackie too
These were the fine associates
Of Bold Jack Donohoe.
III
ODonohoe went walking
One summer afternoon
Little it was his notion
That his death would come so soon
Till a sergeant of the horse police
Discharged his carabine
And loudly cried to ODonohoe
To fight or to resign.