Kelly The Boy From Killan


What's the news what's the news oh my bold chevalier
With the long barrelled gun on the scene
Pray what wind from the south brings your messenger here
With this hymn of the dawn for the free

Goodly news goodly news do I bring you perforce
Goodly news do I bring bargee man
For the boys march at dawn from the south to the north
Led by Kelly the boy from Killan

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
He looks like a king in command

Ah me boys that's the pride of the bold chevaliers
The greatest of heroes and men
So fling your beavers aloft and give three ringing cheers
For John Kelly the boy from Killan

Enniscorthy's in flames and old Wexford has won
And tomorrow the Barrow we'll ford
On a hill over the town we have planted a gun
That will batter a gateway to Ross

All the pikemen and bargee men will march over the hill
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 Killan

But the gold sun of freedom grew dark in that spot
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 glory o to the brave men who died
For the cause of long downtrodden man
Glory o to Mount Leinster's own darling and pride 
John Kelly the boy from Killan

Kelly The Boy From Killane


What's the news, what's the news, O my bold Shelmalier
With your long barrel guns from the sea?
Say, what wind from the south brings a messenger here
With a hymn of the dawn for the free?

Goodly news, goodly news do I bring youth of Forth
Goodly news shall I hear Bargy man.
For the boys march at morn 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 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.

O my boys that's the pride of the bold Shelmalier
'Mongst our greatest of heros 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 the barrow tomorrow we will cross
On the 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 the 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 wave
And poor Wexford stripped 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 Killane.

Midi sequenced by Terry Stephens
Used with permission

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