The Wolfe Tones - Seán South video

Rebel anthem by the Wolfe Tones Sad are the homes 'round Garryowen Since lost their joy and pride. And the banshee cry links every vale around the Shannon side. That city of the ancient walls unbroken Treaty Stone, undying fame surrounds your name Sean South of Garryowen. 'Twas on a dreary New Year's Eve. As the shades of night came down. A lorry load of volunteers approached a 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 meet their fate that lay in store. They were fighting for old Ireland's cause to claim their very own, And the foremost of that gallant band was South from Garryowen. But the sergeant foiled their daring plan, he spied them through the door. The Sten guns and the rifles hail of death did pour/roar. And when that awful night was passed Two men lay cold as stone There was one from near the border/County Monaghan, and one from Garryowen No more he will hear the seagull's cry, or the murmuring Shannon tide. For he fell beneath a northern sky brave O'Hanlon by his side. They have gone to join that gallant band Of Plunkett, Pearse, and Tone. Another martyr for old Ireland, Sean South from Garryowen.