declan hunt - seán south of garryowen lyrics
may god reward those gallant men
may heaven be their home
’twas in brookeborough town, where they got shot down
in a cabin, they laid cold
well they never feared the ruc
nor b-men on patrol
o’hanlon from the border, seán south from garryowen
it was on a dreary new year’s eve
and 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
but the leader was a limerick man
seán south from garryowen
and as they marched up along the street
up through the barrack door
they scorned the danger they would meet
the fate that lay in store
they were fighting for old ireland’s cause
to claim her very own
and the foremost of that gallant band was south from garryowen
but the sergeant foiled their daring plan
he’d spy they through the door
then the sten guns and the rifles, a hail of death did poor
and when that awful night was p-ssed
two men were cold as stone
there was one from near the border and one from garryowen
no more he will hear the seagulls’ cry
or the shannon’s murmuring tide
for he fell beneath an autumn sky
brave hanlon by his side
he has gone to join that gallant band
of plunkett, pe-rs- and tone
a martyr for old ireland
seán south from garryowen
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