Sean South of Garryowen

Sad are the homes round Garryowen
 Since they lost their joy and pride
 And the banshee cry links every vale
 Along 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
 And as they moved along the street
 Up to the barracks door
 They scorned the danger they might face
 Their fate taht lay instore
 They were fighting for old Ireland
 To clim 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 was passed
 Two men lay cold a s 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