'Twas on a dreary new years day As the shades of night came down. A
lorry load of volunteers Approached a border town There were men from Dublin and from Cork, Fermanagh and Tyrone, But
the leader was a Limerick man, Sean South of Garryowen.
And as they moved along the street Up to the barrack
door, The scorned the danger they would meet, The fate that lay in store. They were fighting for old Ireland's cause, To
claim our very own, And the foremost of that gallant band Was Sean Sabhat of Garryowen.
But the sergeant foiled
their daring plan, He spied them thro' the door. Then the sten guns and the rifles, A hail of death did pour And
when that awful night was past, Two men were cold as stone, There was one from near the border and One from Garryowen.
No
more he'll hear the seagull cry, O'er the murmuring Shannon tide, For he fell beneath the northern sky, Brave Hanlon
at his side, He has gone to join that gallant band of Plunkett, Pearse and Tone, A martyr for old Ireland, Sean
South of Garryowen.
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