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Kelly The Boy From Killane

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Kelly The Boy From Killane
Información cheneral
En aragonés Kelly o zagal de Killane
Canción tradicional irlandesa
Letras Canción tradicional
Idioma Anglés
Compositor Canción tradicional
Chenero Folk
Audicions
The Dubliners (▶Audición 1)
The Clancy Brothers (▶Audición 2)

Kelly The Boy From Killane (en aragonés Kelly o zagal de Killane) ye una canción de musica folk muit popular en Irlanda.

Parolas

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

With your long barrelled guns from the sea
Say what wind from the south brings a messenger here
With the hymn of the dawn for the free
Goodly news, goodly news do I bring youth of Forth
Goodly news shall you 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 that 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
Ah my boys that's the pride of the bold Shelmaliers
'Mongst greatest of hero's 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 tomorrow the Barrow we will cross
On a 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 that 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 waves
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

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