Kelly, the Boy From Killane Songtext
von The Fighting Men From Crossmaglen

What′s the news? What's the news?
O my bold Shelmalier.
With your long barrelled gun over the sea.
Say what wind from the north brings your messenger here?
From the hymn of the dawn of the free.
Goodly news! Goodly news! Do I bring youth of forth?
Goodly news! Shall I 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 that giant with the long flowing hair?
Who rides at the head of your band.
Seven feet is his height with some inches to spare.
He looks like a King in command.
Oh my boys, that′s the pride of our bold Shelmalier.
Amongst our greatest the heroes a man.
Fling your beavers aloft and give three rousing cheers.
For John Kelly, the boy from Killane.


Enniscorthy's in flames, and old Wexford is won.
And tomorrow, the barrow we cross.
On a hill over town we have planted a gun.
That would battle the gateway of Ross.
All the forth men and Bargy men march o'er the heath.
With young Harvey to lead on the van.
But the foremost of all in the grim gap of death.
Will be Kelly, the boy from Killane.

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.
Her heart pierced by traitors and knaves.
Glory-o, glory-o, to her brave sons who died.
For the cause of long down trodden man.
Glory-o to Mt. Leinster′s own darling and pride.
Dauntless Kelly, the boy from Killane.
Glory-o to Mt. Leinster's own darling and pride.
Dauntless Kelly, the boy from Killane.