The Wolfe Tones - Seán South





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Uploaded on May 20, 2008

Rebel anthem by the Wolfe Tones

Sad are the homes 'round Garryowen
Since lost their joy and pride.
And the banshee cry links every vale
around the Shannon side.
That city of the ancient walls
unbroken Treaty Stone,
undying fame surrounds your name
Sean South of Garryowen.

'Twas on a dreary New Year's Eve.
As the shades of night came down.
A lorry load of volunteers approached a border town.
There were men from Dublin and from Cork
Fermanagh and Tyrone
and the leader was a Limerick man,
Sean South from Garryowen.

And as they moved along the street
up to the barracks door
They scorned the danger they might meet
their fate that lay in store.
They were fighting for old Ireland's cause
to claim their very own,
And the foremost of that gallant band
was South from Garryowen.

But the sergeant foiled their daring plan,
he spied them through the door.
The Sten guns and the rifles
hail of death did pour/roar.
And when that awful night was passed
Two men lay cold as stone
There was one from near the border/County Monaghan,
and one from Garryowen
No more he will hear the seagull's cry,
or the murmuring Shannon tide.
For he fell beneath a northern sky
brave O'Hanlon by his side.
They have gone to join that gallant band
Of Plunkett, Pearse, and Tone.
Another martyr for old Ireland,
Sean South from Garryowen.

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