| Kelly, The Boy from Killanne
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| What’s the news? |
| What’s the news? |
| O my bold Shelmalier,
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| With your long-barrelled gun, of the sea?
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| Say, what wind from the sun blows his messenger here
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| With a 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 do I bring, Bargy man!
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| For the boys march at dawn from the south to the north
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| Led by Kelly, the boy from Killanne!
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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 the 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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| Oh, me boys, that’s the pride of the bold Shelmaliers,
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| Mongst our greatest of heroes, a man!
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| Fling your beavers aloft and give three rousing cheers,
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| for John Kelly, the boy from Killanne!
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| Enniscorthy’s in flames, and old Wexford is won,
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| And the Barrow tomorrow we cross.
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| On a hill o’er the town we have planted a gun
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| That will batter the gateways to Ross!
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| All the Forth men and Bargy men march over the heath
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| With brave Harvey to lead on the van;
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| But the foremost of all in that grim gap of death
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| Will be Kelly, the boy from Killanne!
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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 waves;
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| And poor Wexford, stript naked, hung high on a cross
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| With her heart pierced by traitors and slaves!
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| Glory O! |
| Glory O! |
| to her brave sons 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 Killanne!
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| Recorded by Clancys, Patrick Galvin
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