Kelly The Boy From Killane

What's the news, what's the news, O me bold Shelmalier
 With your long barrel guns from the sea?
 Say, what wind from the south brings a messenger here
 With this 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 me boys that's the pride of the bold Shelmalier
 'Mongst our greatest of heroes a man
 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 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 knaves.
 Glory-o, Glory-o to her 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.