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Kelly the Boy from Killane
Lidové písně - Irské
What's the news, what's the news, O my bold Shelmalier With your long barrel guns from the sea ? Say, what wind from the south brings a messenger here With a 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 my boys that's the pride of the bold Shelmalier 'Mongst our greatest of heros 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 tomorrow we 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 slaves. Glory-o, Glory-o to her brave sons 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.