What's the news? What's the news?
O my bold Shelmalier.
With you long barrelled gun o'er the sea.
See what winds from the north brings your messenger here?
With a hymn of the dawn of the free.
Goodly news, goodly news, do I bring youth of forth.
Goodly new should 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 the giant with the long flowing hair, who rides at the head of your band.
7 feet is his height with some inches to spare and he looks like a king in command.
O my boys that's the pride of our bold Shelmaliers.
Mongst your greates a leaders 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 one and tomorrow the barrow we cross.
On a hill or a 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 heat with Young Harvey to lead in 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's set by the Slaney's red waves.
And poor Wexford stripped naked hung high on a cross with her heart pierced by traitors and slaves.
Glory-o, glory-0 to her brave sons who died.
To 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.