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Kelly of Killane
"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 shall you 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 that 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!"
"Ah, my lads, that's the pride of the bold Shelmaliers,
'Mong our greatest of heroes, 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 to-morrow we cross!
On a hill o'er the town we have planted a gun
That will batter the gateway of Ross!
All the Forth men and Bargy men march o'er the heath,
With brave Harvey to lead on 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 waves;
And poor Wexford, stript naked, hung high on a cross,
And her heart pierced by traitors and slaves!
Glory O! Glory O! to her brave sons who died,
For the cause of long down-trodden men!
Glory O! to mount Leinster's own darling and pride-
Dauntless Kelly, the Boy from Killanne!