The Dubliners - Kelly, The Boy From Killanne lyrics
[The Dubliners - Kelly, The Boy From Killanne lyrics]
What's the news, what's the news
O me bold Shelmalier
With your long barrel gun of the sea?
Say, what wind from the south
Blows your messenger here
With this 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 the 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
And 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 is in flames and
Old Wexford is won
And tomorrow the barrow we'll 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
That 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 knaves
Glory-o, Glory-o to the brave men 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
O me bold Shelmalier
With your long barrel gun of the sea?
Say, what wind from the south
Blows your messenger here
With this 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 the 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
And 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 is in flames and
Old Wexford is won
And tomorrow the barrow we'll 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
That 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 knaves
Glory-o, Glory-o to the brave men 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