Kelly The Boy From Killanne Lyrics - Town Pants

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!