Kelly The Boy From Killane

What's the news, what's the news oh my bold Shelmalier

With your long barrelled guns from the sea

Say what wind from the south brings a messenger here

With the hymn of the dawn for the free

Goodly news, goodly news do I bring youth of Forth

Goodly news shall you hear Bargy man

For the boys march at dawn from the south to the north

Led by Kelly the boy from Killan

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 my boys that's the pride of the bold Shelmaliers

'Mongst greatest of hero's a man

Fling your beavers aloft and give three ringing cheers

For John Kelly the boy from Killan

Enniscorthy's in flames and old Wexford is won

And tomorrow the Barrow we will cross

On a hill o'er the town we have planted a gun

That will batter the gateway to Ross

All the Forth men and Bargy men will march o'er the heath

With brave Harvey to lead in the van

But the foremost of all in that grim gap of death

Will be Kelly the boy from Killan

But the gold sun of freedom grew darkened at Ross

And it set by the Slaney's red waves

And poor Wexford stripped naked, hung high on a cross

With her heart pierced by traitors and slaves

Glory-o, glory-o to her 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 Killan