With your long -bottle guns from the sea
Say, what wind from the south
With the hymn of a dawn for the free?
Shall you hear, bargy man?
For the boys march at morn
from the south to the north
Led by Kelly, the boy from Canaan
Tell me, who is the gi ant
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
Amongst our greatest of heroes a man.
Fling your beavers aloft,
and give three ringing cheers,
For John Kelly, the boy from Calan.
When the Scotties and Flames
And the Barrow tomorrow we will cross
That will batter the gateway to Ross
All the Fordmen and Bargymen
will march o 'er the heath
With brave Harvey to lead in the van
Will be Kelly, the boy from Cullan
But the gold sun of freedom
And it set by the Slaney's red wave
And poor Wexford, stripped naked,
With her heart pierced by
For the cause of long down trodden man.
Glorio to Mount Leinster's
Dauntless Kelly, the boy from Cullan!
