Luyện nghe bài hát Sean SOuth From Garryowen

Sad are the homes Garryowen
Since they lost their joy and
And the cry links every vale
Around the Shannon 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 shades of came down
A lorry load of volunteers approached the border
There men from Dublin and from Cork, Fermanagh and Tyrone
And the leader was a Limerick man - Sean South from

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

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

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