Kelly The Boy From Killane chords by The Dubliners

For Nolan's Irish Pub Session Players

KELLY, THE BOY FROM KILLANE - THE DUBLINERS

      C        F     C     Am
What's the news, what's the news oh my bold Shelmalier
     C       G       C
With your long barrelled guns from the sea
      C      F       C     Am
Say what wind from the south brings a messenger here
     C      G      C
With the hymn of the dawn for the free
    F           C
Goodly news, goodly news do I bring youth of Forth
    F             G
Goodly news shall you hear Bargy man
    C       F       C      Am
For the boys march at dawn from the south to the north
    C     G       C
Led by Kelly the boy from Killane

    C      F       C      Am
Tell me who is that giant with the gold curling hair
    C      G      C
He who rides at the head of your band
   C      F        C     Am
Seven feet is his height with some inches to spare
    C      G      C
And he looks like a king in command
    F              C
Ah my boys that's the pride of the bold Shelmaliers
      F          G
'Mongst our greatest of hero's a man
      C     F      C       Am
Fling your beavers aloft and give three ringing cheers
     C    G       C
For John Kelly the boy from Killane


   C     F       C     Am
Enniscorthy's in flames and old Wexford is won
    C    G       C
And tomorrow the Barrow we will cross
   C       F      C     Am
On a hill o'er the town we have planted a gun
     C     G     C
That will batter the gateway to Ross
    F              C
All the Forth men and Bargy men will march o'er the heath
      F           G
With brave Harvey to lead in the van
    C      F      C      Am
But the foremost of all in that grim gap of death
    C     G      C
Will be Kelly the boy from Killane


    C      F      C      Am
But the gold sun of freedom grew darkened at Ross
    C     G      C
As it set by the Slaney's red waves
     C        F      C     Am
And poor Wexford stripped naked, hung high on a cross
     C        G      C
With her heart pierced by traitors and slaves
   F         C
Glory-o, glory-o to her brave sons who died
    F             G
For the cause of long down-trodden man
   C     F       C      Am
Glory-o to Mount Leinster's own darling and pride
     C     G      C