| lyric | 1. What's the news, what's teh news
Oh, my bold Shelmalier with your longbarrel'd gun of the sea.
Say, what wind from the sun blows his messenger here,
with a hymn of the dawn for the free.
Goodly news, goodly news do I bring youth of Forth,
goodly news you shall hear, Bargy men.
For the boys march at dawn from the south to the north,
led by Kelly the boy from Killanne.
2. Tell me who is the giant with the gold curling hair,
He who rides the head of your band,
Seven feet is his hight, with some inches to spare,
And he looks like a king in command,
“Oh, me boys, that’s the pride of the bold Shelmaliers,
’Mongst our gratest of heroes, a man!
Fling your beavers aloft and give three rousing cheers,
For John Kelly, the Boy from Killane.”
3. Enniscorthy’s in flames and old Wexford is won,
And the Barrow tomorrow we cross,
On a hill o’er the town we have planted a gun,
That will batter the gateways to Ross,
All the forth men and Bargey men march o’er the heath,
With brave Harvey top lead the van,
But the foremost of all that grim gap of death,
Will be Kelly, the Boy from Killane.
4. But the gold sun of freedom grew darkened at Ross,
And it set the Slaney’s red waves,
And poor Wexford stripped naked, hung high on across,
With her heart pierced by traitors and slaves,
Glory Oh, Glory Oh to her brave sons who died,
For the cause of the long downtrodden man,
Glory Oh, to Mount Leinster’s own darling and pride,
Dauntless Kelly, the Boy from Killane. |