Charlie & The Bhoys Sean South Of Garryowen (live Barrowlands)
May God reward those gallant men,
May heaven be their home
In Brookburogh Town, where they were shot down'
in a cabin they lay cold
They never feared the R.U.C.
or the B men on patrol
O'Hanlon from the border Sean South from Garryowen
T'was on a dreary New Years Eve
As the shades of night came down
A lorry load of volunteers approached the border town
There were men from Dublin and from Cork, Fermanagh and Tyrone
And the leader was a Limerick man
Sean South from Garryowen
As they moved along the street up to the barracks door
They scorned the danger they might face
Their fate that lay instore
They were fighting for old Ireland to claim their very own
And the foremost of that gallant band
Was South from Garryowen
But the seargent spied their daring plan
He spied them trough the door
The Sten guns and the rifles a hail of death did pour
And when that awful night had passed
Two men lay cold a stone
There was one from near the border and one from Garryowen
No more he will hear the seagull's cry
O'er the murmuring Shannon tide
For he fell beneath a Northern sky
Brave Hanlon by his side
They have gone to join that gallant band
Of Plunkett, Pearse and Tone
A martyr for old Ireland
Sean South from Garryowen
A martyr for old Ireland
Sean South from Garryowen
