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The Commercial Hotel in George St Bathurst, NSW, Australia, was purchased in 2008 and in a record 3 weeks, it was renovated and reopened as Jack Duggan’s Irish Pub. It is owned and run by Irish publican and licensee - Glyn Daunt and his wife Helen along with Chef of Irish renown - Shannon Barrett and restaurant manager - Peter Barrett.

The name was chosen because of its strong Irish-Australian connection and rich history. “We wanted to open a real Irish pub that would also be a great Australian local” says licensee Glyn Daunt. “My wife Helen grew up a few miles from Castlemaine - the Irish birthplace of Jack Duggan - who was The Wild Colonial Boy and in the Australian version of the folk song, it says that Jack escaped from Bathurst Gaol!! – we loved the connection of this legendary bushranger with both Ireland and Australia and of course with Bathurst.”

Since it opened, Jacks has been receiving rave reviews. Its famous warm Irish welcome, friendly staff, imported beers and top quality live entertainment have been a huge hit with the locals. And residents from the Blue Mountains, Lithgow and Orange, and even Sydney now regularly make the journey to Bathurst to savour a pint at Jack Duggans bar and a meal from Ma Duggan’s Kitchen.


The Wild Colonial Boy

The Wild Colonial Boy is one of Australia’s best known bushranger ballads. It is also an old Irish Folk song. It celebrates the deeds of a young Kerryman called Jack Duggan (also known as Jack Doolan, or the "Bold" Jack Donohoe), who was born in Castlemaine, Ireland in 1806 and was sentenced to be transported to Australia for life for 'intent to commit a felony'. Brought to Australia in chains, our Jack soon bunked out of his convict stockade in Bathurst and turned bushranger.

With his gang of fugitives, Jack Duggan led them on a spree, stealing horses from settlers and bailing up the unwary from Bathurst to the Illawarra and some say, even as far north as the Hunter. The Jack Duggan gang were known for their stylish dress, as they exchanged clothes with people in the coaches they held up. They eventually became so notorious that a special patrol was formed to hunt them down. Aided by dozens of sympathisers Duggan evaded capture, but he was finally caught 18 months later, in 1830, by the troopers near Bringelly and gunned down.

Within weeks ceramic effigies of Duggan were being sold in Sydney - a mark of his fame. To his admirers, then and now, he was “The Wild Colonial Boy” – a son of Ireland, taking on the ‘System’ and making a mockery of it. The ballad appeared soon after his death and was such a focus for popular discontent that soon it became a civil offence to sing it in any public place.

Australian authorities banned it's singing in beer shops and taverns.  

The Wild Colonial Boy

(The Irish Version)

There was a wild colonial boy,
Jack Duggan was his name
He was born and raised in Ireland,
in a place called Castlemaine
He was his father's only son,
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 shore,
he was inclined to roam
He robbed the rich, he helped the poor,
he shot James MacEvoy
A terror to Australia was
the wild colonial boy

One morning on the prairie,
as Jack he rode along
A-listening to the mocking bird,
a-singing a cheerful song
Up stepped a band of troopers:
Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy
They all set out to capture him,
the wild colonial boy
Surrender now, Jack Duggan,
for you see we're three to one
Surrender in the Queen's high name,
you are a plundering son
Jack drew two pistols from his belt,
he proudly waved them high
I'll fight, but not surrender,
said the wild colonial boy.

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


Bold Jack Donohue -The wild Colonial Boy

(Australian Original Version)

Come all you gallant bushrangers who gallop o'er the plains
Refuse to live in slavery, or wear the convict chains.
Attention pay to what I say, and value if I do
For I will relate the matchless tale of bold Jack Donohue.

Come all you sons of liberty and everyone besides
I'll sing to you a story that will fill you with surprise
Concerning of a bold bushranger, Jack Donohue was his name
And he scorned to humble to the crown, bound down with iron chain.

Now Donohue was taken all for a notorious crime
And sentenced to be hanged upon thw gallow tree so high
But when they to him to Bathurst Gaol, he left them in a stew
For when they came to call the roll, they missed Jack Donohue.

Now when Donohue made his escape, to the bush he went straight way.
The squatters they were all afraid to travel by night and by day
And every day in the newspapers, they brought out something new,
Concerning that bold bushranger they called Jack Donohue.

Now one day as he was riding the mountainside alone
Not thinking that the pains of death would overtake him soon.
When all he spied the horse police well on they came up into view
And in double quick time they did advance to take Jack Donohue.

"Oh Donohue, Donohue, throw down your carbine.
Or do you intend to fight us all and will you not resign?"
"Surrender to such cowardly dogs is a thing that I never would do,
For this day I'll fight with all my might", cried Bold Jack Donohue

Now the sergeant and the corporal, their men they did divide
Some fired at him from behind and some from every side.
The sergeant and the corporal, they both fired at him, too.
And a rifle bullet pierced the heart of Bold Jack Donohue.

Now nine rounds he fired and nine men down before that fated ball
Which pierced his heart and made him smart and caused him for to fall
And as he closed his mournful eyes, he bid the world adieu,
Saying "Convicts all, pray for the soul of Bold Jack Donohue"



Castlemaine, Co Kerry, Ireland



Jack Duggans Bar, Castlemaine, Co Kerry.