Wolfe Tones - Sean SOuth From Garryowen Lyrics
Sad are the homes round GarryowenSince they lost their joy and prideAnd the banshee cry links every valeAround the Shannon side that city of the ancient wallsThe broken treaty stone, undying fame surrounds your name, Sean South from GarryowenT'was on a dreary New Years EveAs the shades of night came downA lorry load of volunteers approached the border townThere were men from Dublin and from Cork, Fermanagh and TyroneAnd the leader was a Limerick man - Sean South from GarryowenAs they moved along the street up to the barracks doorThey scorned the danger they might faceTheir fate taht lay instoreThey were fighting for old Ireland to clim their very ownAnd the foremost of that gallant bandWas South from GarryowenBut the seargent spied their daring planHe spied them trough the doorThe Sten guns and the rifles a hail of death did pourAnd when that awful night had passedTwo men lay cold a s stoneThere was one from near the border twn and one from GarryowenNo more wil he hear the seagull's cryOver the murmurring Shannon tideFor he fell beneath a Northern sky brave Hanlon by his sideThey have gone to join that gallant bandOf Plunkett, Pearse and ToneA martyr for old IrelandSean South from Garryowen