On the Moloney, O'Connell, and Keane CD "Kilkelly" there's a medley titled "Green fields of America". Here's my transcription of one of the song in that medley. Any corrections are invited. The song sounds like US-1920s to me. Am I far off?

Wolfgang

THE KELLYS

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 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.