| What’s the news? | 
| What’s the news? | 
| O my bold Shelmalier | 
| With your long-barrelled 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 do I bring, Bargy man! | 
| For the boys march at dawn from the south to the north | 
| Led by Kelly, the boy from Killanne!» | 
| Tell me who is the giant with the gold curling hair | 
| He who rides at the head of the band? | 
| Seven feet is his height, 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 greatest of heroes, a man! | 
| Fling your beavers aloft and give three rousing cheers | 
| For John Kelly, the boy from Killanne!» | 
| 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 Bargy men march over 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 Killanne! | 
| But the gold sun of freedom grew darkened at Ross | 
| And it set by the Slaney’s red waves; | 
| And poor Wexford, stript naked, hung high on a cross | 
| With her heart pierced by traitors and slaves! | 
| Glory O! | 
| Glory O! | 
| to her 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 Killanne! | 
| Irish Brigade Version | 
| But the gold sun of freedom grew darkened at Ross | 
| And it set by the Slaney’s red waves; | 
| And poor Wexford, stript naked, hung high on a cross | 
| With her heart pierced by traitors and slaves! | 
| Glory O! | 
| Glory O! | 
| to her 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 Killanne! | 
| Repeat: Glory O! | 
| to mount Leinster’s own darling and pride: | 
| Dauntless Kelly, the boy from Killanne! |