The Dubliners - Kelly the boy from killane

What's the ^Cnews, what's the ^Fnews oh my ^Cbold Shelma^Amlier With your ^Clong barrelled ^Gguns from the ^Csea Say what wi^Cnd from the ^Fsouth brings a ^Cmessenger ^Amhere With the h^Cymn of the d^Gawn for the f^Cree Goodly ^Fnews, goodly news do I ^Cbring youth of Forth Goodly ^Fnews shall you hear Bargy ^Gman For the ^Cboys march at ^Fdawn from the ^Csouth to the ^Amnorth Led by ^CKelly the ^Gboy from Killa^Cne

Tell me ^Cwho is that ^Fgiant with the ^Cgold curling ^Amhair He who ^Crides at the ^Ghead of your ^Cband Seven ^Cfeet is his ^Fheight with some ^Cinches to ^Amspare And he ^Clooks like a ^Gking in comma^Cnd Ah my b^Foys that's the pride of the ^Cbold Shelmaliers 'Mongst our ^Fgreatest of hero's a ^Gman Fling your ^Cbeavers alo^Fft and give ^Cthree ringing ^Amcheers For John K^Celly the ^Gboy from Killa^Cne

Ennisc^Corthy's in ^Fflames and old ^CWexford is ^Amwon And tomo^Crrow the ^GBarrow we will ^Ccross On a ^Chill o'er the ^Ftown we have ^Cplanted a ^Amgun That will ^Cbatter the ^Ggateway to ^CRoss All the ^FForth men and Bargy men will ^Cmarch o'er the heath With brave ^FHarvey to lead in the ^Gvan But the ^Cforemost of ^Fall in that ^Cgrim gap of ^Amdeath Will be ^CKelly the ^Gboy from Kill^Cane

But the ^Cgold sun of ^Ffreedom grew ^Cdarkened at ^AmRoss As it s^Cet by the S^Glaney's red w^Caves And poor ^CWexford stripped ^Fnaked, hung ^Chigh on a ^Amcross With her ^Cheart pierced by ^Gtraitors and ^Cslaves Glory-^Fo, glory-o to her ^Cbrave sons who died For the ^Fcause of long down-trodden ^Gman Glory-^Co to Mount ^FLeinster's own ^Cdarling and ^Ampride Dauntless ^CKelly the ^Gboy from Kill^Cane