Kelly the Boy From Killane

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