Kelly from the Isle of Man

From Greenland's icy mountains
To India's coral strand;
Along the Colorado
And across the Rio Grande
From Mexico to Mandalay,
Hong Kong to Singapore;
On the banks of the Brahmaputra,
And the hills of Bangalore;
From Cleveland in Ohio
To San Francisco Bay
There's a world-wide race of rovers
You may come upon some day.

You may find them setting fur traps
On the snow line in Alaska.
You may find them driving combines
In the cornbelt of Nebraska.
You may find them drilling oil wells
In the sands of Az-Zahran
And you'll find their name is Kelly -
And they're from the Isle of Man.

In Saskatoon, Saskatchewan,
In Vancouver and St. John,
From Yellowknife to Gypsumville,
From Goose Bay to Edmonton;
In Alberta and Ontario,
In logging camps and mines,
In Winnepeg and Ottawa,
In the glare of neon signs
In a thousand northern settlements
On a thousand lakeside shores,
Behind the hardware counters
Of a thousand general stores.
In Wollongong and Woomera,
In Melbourne and Mackay,
In Broken Hill and Brisbane,
In Finke and Flinders Bay;
And you'll find them up in Arnhem Land,
Yamba, or Yarraloola,
Or riding a train on the Nullarbor Plain
From Naretba to Tarcoola.
You may find them riding boundaries
With horse and tucker bag,.
Or camping out in Coopers Creek
With billy can and swag.
You may find them driving transports
Through the blue to Alice Springs;
You may find them flying doctors
Who haven't got their wings.
You may find them putting pineapples
And peaches in a can,
And you'll flnd their their name is Kelly -
And they're from the Isle of Man.

You may find them on a thousand ships
Of a thousand shapes and sorts,
That take a thousand cargoes
To a thousand foreign ports.
From London, Glasgow, Liverpool,
Southampton, Bristol, Hull,
To Hamburg, Stockholm, Helsinki,
Marseilles and Istanbul.
To Freetown, Lagos, Capetown,
Manilla, Port of Spain,
Kuwait, Colombo, Buenos Aires,
Christchurch - and back again.

And you may find them on the bridges
Of a thousand salt-stained Tramps,
Or checking in the engine rooms
Oil pressures, fuels and amps.
Or on liners, or on tankers,

Wherever ships may sail ;
Behind the canvas dodgers
Of many a ship's taffrail.
You may find them on the Oceans,
And on all the Seven Seas,
From the Arctic to Antarctica -
What latitude you please.
You may find them in the tropics,
And if you look beneath the tan
You'll find their name is Kelly-
And they're from the Isle of Man.

Or you'll find their name is Callow,
Caley, Callin, Cain,
Christian, Corlett, Corrin,
Cowley, Cowell, or Craine.
Or you'll find their name is Faragher,
Or Garrett, or Kaneen,
Kennaugh, Kewley, or Kerruish,
Kissack, Kneale or Kneen.
Or you'll find their name is Mlylchreest,
Qualtrough, Quane, or Quayle,
Quilliam, Quilleash, Quiggin,
Shimmin, Quirk, or Sayle.

But no matter what the name is
They share a common birth,
For they all hail from the Island
That's the grandest place on earth.
And like cushags blooming in the fields
From Rushen to Lezayre,
Those omnipresent Manxmen
Are blooming everywhere.