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Great song that I first heard on the Moloney, O'Connell, and Keane CD "Kilkelly" in a medley called "Green fields of America". I've heard that at least some of the lyrics are given in Out of Ireland by by Kerby Miller and Paul Wagner but not having a copy of that book, I don't know if they give more information about the tune there.

Three weeks ago last Tuesday, well, I left me home in Cork
To find me Uncle Martin Kelly living in New York.
When I landed in Hoboken and began without delay
To find me uncle's residence located in Broadway.
I went to their directory me uncle for to find,
But I found so many Kellys there that I nearly [A] lost me mind.
Well, I went and asked directions from a friendly German Jew,
But he says, "Please, excuse me, but me name is Kelly too."

And there's Kelly, the barman, Kelly the carman,
Kelly the sailor who came from Donegal,
Kelly from Derry, Kelly from Kerry,
But the Kelly I was looking for, I could not find at all.

I travelled up to Boston, that city of great fame.
I heard the Kellys living there had made themselves a name.
The Kellys run the statehouse. The Kellys run the banks.
The police and fire department, sure, the Kellys fill the ranks.
Dan Kelly runs the railroad. John Kelly runs the seas.
Kate Kelly runs the suffragettes and she looks right good to me.
Well, I went and asked directions from a naturalized Chinese,
But he says, "Please, excuse me, but me name it is Kell Lee."

And there's Kelly from Dublin, Kelly from Sligo,
Little Mickey Kelly who came from the County Clare,
Sure, Kelly built the pyramids with good old Galway granite,
And when Kelly discovered the North Pole, sure, he found Pat Kelly there.