Sean South From Garryowen Lyrics

Sad are the homes round Garryowen

Since they lost their joy and pride

And the banshee cry links every vale

Around the Shannon side that city of the ancient walls

the broken treaty stone, undying fame surrounds your name, Sean South from Garryowen

T'was on a dreary New Years Eve

As the shades of night came down

A lorry load of volunteers approached the border town

There were men from Dublin and from Cork, Fermanagh and Tyrone

And the leader was a Limerick man - Sean South from Garryowen

As they moved along the street up to the barracks door

They scorned the danger they might face

Their fate that lay instore

They were fighting for old Ireland to claim their very own

And the foremost of that gallant band

Was South from Garryowen

But the seargent spied their daring plan

He spied them trough the door

The Sten guns and the rifles a hail of death did pour

And when that awful night had passed

Two men lay cold a stone

There was one from near the border and one from Garryowen

No more wil he hear the seagull's cry

Over the murmurring Shannon tide

For he fell beneath a Northern sky brave Hanlon by his side

They have gone to join that gallant band

Of Plunkett, Pearse and Tone

A martyr for old Ireland

Sean South from Garryowen