KELLY THE BOY FROM KILLANE

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What's the news, what's the news, oh my bold Shelmalier,
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With your long-barrelled guns from the sea?
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Say what wind from the South brings a messenger here
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With a hymn of the dawn for the free?
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Goodly news, goodly news do I bring youth of Forth,
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Goodly news shall you hear, Bargy men,
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For the boys march at dawn from the South to the North
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Led by Kelly, the boy from Killane.

Tell me who is the giant with the gold curling hair,
He who strides at the head of your band?
Seven feet is his height, with some inches to spare,
And he looks like a King in command.
0, me boys, that's the Pride of the bold Shelmalier,
'Mongst our greatest 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 will cross.
On the 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 group of death
Will be Kelly, the boy from Killane!

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 knaves.
Glory-o! Glory-o! to the brave men who died
For the cause of long-downtrodden men.
Glory-o! to Mount Leinster's own darling and pride,
Dauntless Kelly, the boy from Killane.