Kelly, The Boy From Killan

What's the news, what's the news

Oh, my bold Shelmalier

With your long barrelled gun of the sea

Say what winds from the south

Blows your messenger here

With his 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 Killane

Tell me who is that 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

He looks like a king in command

Ah, me boys, that's the pride of the bold Shelmaliers

mongst our greatest of heroes, a man

So, 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 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 the grim gap 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 slaves

Glory Oh, Glory Oh, to the brave men who died

For the cause of long-downtrodden men

Glory Oh, to Mount Leinster's own darling and pride

Dauntless Kelly, the boy from Killane