Luyện nghe bài hát Sean SOuth From Garryowen

Sad are the round Garryowen
Since they lost their joy and
And the banshee cry links every
Around the Shannon that city of the ancient walls
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 approached the border town
There men from Dublin and from Cork, Fermanagh and Tyrone
And the was a Limerick man - Sean South from Garryowen

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

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

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