This is perhaps a long shot, because the song isn't that long - but the Irish version of "Wild Colonial Boy" has young Jack roaming to Australia and getting himself killed.

    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