Kelly The Boy From Killane
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What's the news, what's the news, oh my bold Shelmalier
With your long barrel gun of the sea?
Say what wind from the south blows its messenger here
With a hymn of the dawn for the free?
Goodly news, goodly news, do I bring you so forth
Goodly news do I hear, bargy man
For the boys march at dawn from the south to the north
Led by Kelly, the boy from Killane
Tell me who is that giant with the gold curling hair
He who rides at the head of your band?
Seven feet is his height with some inches to spare
And he looks like a king in command
Ah, me boys, that's the pride of the bold Shelmaliers
Amongst our bravest of heroes a man
Fling your beavers aloft and give three ringing cheers
For John Kelly, the boy from Killane
Enniscorthy's in flames and old Wexford is won
And tomorrow the barrow we cross
On the hill o'er the town they have planted a gun
That will batter the gateway to Ross
All the Forth men and bargymen will march o'er the heath
With brave Harvey to lead on the van
But the foremost of all in that grim gap of death
Will be Kelly, the boy from Killane
But the gold sun of freedom grew dark in that Ross
And it set by the Slaney's red waves
And poor Wexford stripped naked, hung high on a cross
And her heart pierced by traitors and slaves
Glory-o, glory-o to those brave sons who died
For the cause of long down-trodden man
Glory-o to Mount-Leinster's own darling and pride
Dauntless Kelly, the boy from Killane