Luyện nghe bài hát Sean SOuth From Garryowen

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

T'was on a New Years Eve
As the of night came down
A lorry load of volunteers the border town
There men from Dublin and from Cork, Fermanagh and Tyrone
And the leader was a Limerick man - Sean from Garryowen

As moved along the street up to the barracks door
They the danger they might face
Their fate that lay
They were fighting for old Ireland to claim their own
And the foremost of that band
Was South from

But the seargent spied daring plan
He spied them trough the
The Sten guns and the a hail of death did pour
And that awful night had passed
Two men lay a stone
There was one from the border and one from Garryowen

No more wil he hear the cry
Over the murmurring Shannon
For he fell beneath a sky brave Hanlon by his side
They have gone to that gallant band
Of Plunkett, and Tone
A for old Ireland
Sean from Garryowen