Sean South from Garryowen

Sad are the homes round

Garryowen
Since they lost their joy and pride
And the banshee cries round
every vale
All along the Shannon side
That city of those ancient walls
On broken Treaty Stone
Undying fame surrounds your
name
Sean South of Garryowen
It was on a dreary New Years Eve
As the shades of night fell down
A lorry load of volunteers
Approached the border town
There was men from Dublin and
from Cork
Fermanagh and Tyrone
But their leader was a Limerick
man
Sean South from Garryowen
And as they marched along the
streets
Up to the barracks door
They scorned the danger they
might face
Their fate that lay in store
They were fighting for Old
Irelands cause
To claim their very own
And the foremost of that gallant
band

Was South from Garryowen

Now the sergeant he spoiled those

daring plans
He spied them through the door
And the Sten guns and the rifles
fire
A hail of blood did pour
And when that awful night had
passed
Two men lay cold as stone
There was one from near the
border
And one from Garryowen
No more he will hear the seagulls
cry
Oer the lonely Shannons tide
For he fell beneath a Northern sky
OHanlon by his side
He has gone to join that gallant
band
Of Plunkett, Pearse, and Tone
Another martyr for Old Ireland
Sean South from Garryowen

May God be with those brave

young men
May heaven be their home
They did not fear the RUC
Or the specials on patrol
In Brookborough town those two
men died

In a cabin cold as stone

There was one from near the
border
And one from Garryowen