Luyện nghe bài hát Sean SOuth From Garryowen

Sad are the homes round
Since they lost joy and pride
And the cry links every vale
Around the Shannon side that city of the ancient
the broken treaty stone, fame surrounds your name, Sean South from Garryowen

on a dreary New Years Eve
As the shades of came down
A lorry load of volunteers approached the border
There were men from Dublin and from Cork, Fermanagh and
And the leader was a man - Sean South from Garryowen

As they moved along the street up to the door
They scorned the they might face
Their fate lay instore
They were for old Ireland to claim their very own
And the of that gallant band
Was from Garryowen

But the spied their daring plan
He spied them trough the
The Sten guns and the rifles a hail of death did
And that awful night had passed
Two men lay cold a
was one from near the border and one from Garryowen

No wil he hear the seagull's cry
Over the murmurring Shannon
For he beneath a Northern sky brave Hanlon by his side
They have gone to join that gallant
Of Plunkett, Pearse and
A martyr for old
Sean South from