| What’s the news, what’s the news, O me bold Shelmalier
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| With your long barrel guns from the sea?
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| Say, what wind from the south brings a messenger here
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| With this 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 I hear Bargy man.
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| For the boys march at morn from the south to the north
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| Led by Kelly, the boy from Killane.
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| Tell me who is the giant with the gold curling hair
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| He who rides at the head of your band.
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| Seven feet is his height with some inches to spare
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| And he looks like a king in command.
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| O me boys that’s the pride of the bold Shelmalier
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| 'Mongst our greatest of heroes a man
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| Fling your beavers aloft and give three ringing cheers
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| For John Kelly, the boy from Killane.
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| Enniscorthy is in flames and old Wexford is won
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| And tomorrow the barrow will cross
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| On the hill o’er the town we have planted a gun
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| That will batter the gateway to Ross.
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| All the Forth men and Bargy men will march o’er the heath
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| With brave Harvey to lead in the van
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| But the foremost of all in the grim gap of death
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| Will be Kelly, the boy from Killane.
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| But the gold sun of freedom grew darkened at Ross
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| And it set by the Slaney’s red wave…
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| And poor Wexford stripped naked hung high on a cross
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| With her heart pierced by traitors and knaves.
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| Glory-o, Glory-o to her brave men who died
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| For the cause of long down-trodden man.
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| Glory-o to Mount-Leinster's own darling and pride
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| Dauntless Kelly, the boy from Killane. |