Sean South From Garryowen Lyrics - Singles - Wolfe Tones

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