Luyện nghe bài hát Sean SOuth From Garryowen

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

T'was on a dreary New Eve
As the shades of night came
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 they along the street up to the barracks door
scorned the danger they might face
Their that lay instore
They were fighting for old Ireland to claim their own
And the foremost of gallant band
Was South Garryowen

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

No wil he hear the seagull's cry
Over the Shannon tide
For he beneath a Northern sky brave Hanlon by his side
They have gone to join that band
Of Plunkett, and Tone
A for old Ireland
South from Garryowen