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Sean South of Garryowen

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 in store
They were fighting for old Ireland to claim their very own
And the foremost of that gallant band was South from Garryowen

But the sergeant spied their daring plan; he spied them through 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 as stone
There was one from near the border town and one from Garryowen

No more will he hear the seagull's cry over the murmuring 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

By 'The Wolfe Tones

Sean South, died January 1, 1957


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