The High Kings - Kelly the boy from killane

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What's the news, what's the news, oh me bold Shelmalier

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With your long barrel guns from the sea?

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Say, what wind from the south brings a messenger here

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With this hymn of the dawn for the free?

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Goodly news, goodly news do I bring youth of Forth

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Goodly news shall I hear Bargy man

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For the boys march at morn from the south to the north

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Led by Kelly, the boy from Kil^Bblane ^{F C}

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Tell me who is the giant with the gold curling hair

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He who rides at the head of your band

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Seven feet is his height with some inches to spare

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And he looks like a king in command Oh, me ^Fboys, that's the pride of the ^Cbold Shelmalier 'Mongst our ^Fgreatest of ^Dm7heroes, a ^Gman Fling your ^Cbeavers a^Floft and give ^Cthree ringing ^Amcheers For John ^CKelly, the ^Gboy from Kil^Bblane

Ennis^Ccorthy's in ^Fflames and old ^CWexford is ^Amwon And the ^Cbarrow to^Gmorrow we will ^Ccross ^F On the ^Chill o'er the ^Ftown we have ^Cplanted a ^Amgun That will ^Cbatter the ^Ggateways at ^CRoss All the ^FForth men and Bargy men ^Cmarch o'er the heath With brave ^FHarvey to ^Dm7lead on the ^Gvan But the ^Cforemost of ^Fall in that ^Cgrim gap of ^Amdeath Will be ^CKelly, the ^Gboy from Kil^Bblane

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But the gold sun of freedom grew darkened at Ross

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And it set by the Slaney's red wave

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And poor Wexford stripped naked hung high on a cross

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With her heart pierced by traitors and knaves Glory-^Fo, Glory-o to the ^Cbrave men who died For the c^Fause of long ^Dm7down-trodden ^Gman Glory-^Co to Mount ^FLeinster's own ^Cdar^G/Bling and ^Ampride Dauntless^C Kelly, the^G boy from Ki^Bbllane