Luyện nghe bài hát Sean SOuth From Garryowen

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

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

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

But the seargent spied their daring
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 near the border and one Garryowen

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