Lyrics

[Verse 1] What's the news, what's the news, oh me bold Shelmalier With your long barrel gun from the sea? Say, what wind from the south blows your messenger here With his 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 Killan [Verse 2] 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 hе looks like a king in command Ah, me boys that's the pridе 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 Killan [Verse 3] Enniscorthy's in flames and old Wexford is won And tomorrow the barrowing 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 Killan [Verse 4] 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 Killan