Sean South Of Garryowen The Wolfe Tones

Sad are the homes round Garryowen
Since lost their joy and pride
And the banshee cry links every vale
Along the Shannonside
That city of the ancient walls
Unbroken treaty stone
Undying fame surrounds your name
Sean South from Garryowen

'Twas on a dreary New Year's 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 their 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 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 was past
Two men lay as cold as stone
There was one from near the border
And one from Garryowen