Boys Of Barr Na Sraide

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The town it climbs the mountain and looks down to the sea
A waking time or sleeping it's there I long to be
To walk again the kindly streets where I grew from boy to man
With the boys of Barr na Sraide who hunted for the wren.

With cudgels stout we roamed about to hunt the gay dreolin
We searched for birds neath every furze from Letir to Dooneen
We jumped for joy beneath the sky life held no threat or plan
And the boys from Barr na Sraide we hunted for the wren.

And when the hills were bleeding when rifles were aflame
To the rebel homes of Kerry the saxon stranger came
The boys who dared and the auxies fled and we fought the Black and Tans
Were once boys of Barr na Sraide who hunted for the wren.

But now they toil on foreign soil where they have gone their way
Deep in the heart of London town or over in Broadway
And I am left to sing their deeds and praises while I can
All the boys of Barr na Sraide who hunted for the wren.

And when my wheel of life is run out and death come over me
Just lay me down in that old town between the hills and sea
I'll take my peace amongst those green fields where I grew from boy to man
With the boys of Barr na Sraide who hunted for the wren.