Sean Sabhat from Garryowen
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โฑ๏ธ 3:50 duration
๐ ID: 13673552
๐ Lyrics
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 and 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
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 and 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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.54] May God reward those gallant men,
[00:08.34] May heaven be their home
[00:13.01] In Brookburogh Town, where they were shot down'
[00:18.76] in a cabin they lay cold
[00:24.18] They never feared the R.U.C.,
[00:29.86] or the B men on patrol
[00:35.69] O'Hanlon from the border and South from Garryowen
[00:47.37] T'was on a dreary New Years Eve
[00:51.65] As the shades of night came down
[00:56.18] A lorry load of volunteers approached the border town
[01:03.54] There were men from Dublin and from Cork, Fermanagh and Tyrone
[01:11.42] And the leader was a Limerick man - Sean South from Garryowen
[01:20.42] As they moved along the street up to the barracks door
[01:27.48] They scorned the danger they might face
[01:31.77] Their fate that lay instore
[01:35.54] They were fighting for old Ireland to claim their very own
[01:43.76] And the foremost of that gallant band
[01:47.75] Was South from Garryowen
[01:52.06]
[02:23.84] But the seargent spied their daring plan
[02:27.60] He spied them trough the door
[02:31.66] The Sten guns and the rifles a hail of death did pour
[02:39.51] And when that awful night had passed
[02:43.87] Two men lay cold a stone
[02:47.43] There was one from near the border and one from Garryowen
[02:55.78] No more he will hear the seagull's cry
[02:59.81] O'er the murmuring Shannon tide
[03:03.64] For he fell beneath a Northern sky
[03:07.52] Brave Hanlon by his side
[03:11.51] They have gone to join that gallant band
[03:15.86] Of Plunkett, Pearse and Tone
[03:19.46] A martyr for old Ireland
[03:23.55] Sean South from Garryowen
[03:26.01]
[00:08.34] May heaven be their home
[00:13.01] In Brookburogh Town, where they were shot down'
[00:18.76] in a cabin they lay cold
[00:24.18] They never feared the R.U.C.,
[00:29.86] or the B men on patrol
[00:35.69] O'Hanlon from the border and South from Garryowen
[00:47.37] T'was on a dreary New Years Eve
[00:51.65] As the shades of night came down
[00:56.18] A lorry load of volunteers approached the border town
[01:03.54] There were men from Dublin and from Cork, Fermanagh and Tyrone
[01:11.42] And the leader was a Limerick man - Sean South from Garryowen
[01:20.42] As they moved along the street up to the barracks door
[01:27.48] They scorned the danger they might face
[01:31.77] Their fate that lay instore
[01:35.54] They were fighting for old Ireland to claim their very own
[01:43.76] And the foremost of that gallant band
[01:47.75] Was South from Garryowen
[01:52.06]
[02:23.84] But the seargent spied their daring plan
[02:27.60] He spied them trough the door
[02:31.66] The Sten guns and the rifles a hail of death did pour
[02:39.51] And when that awful night had passed
[02:43.87] Two men lay cold a stone
[02:47.43] There was one from near the border and one from Garryowen
[02:55.78] No more he will hear the seagull's cry
[02:59.81] O'er the murmuring Shannon tide
[03:03.64] For he fell beneath a Northern sky
[03:07.52] Brave Hanlon by his side
[03:11.51] They have gone to join that gallant band
[03:15.86] Of Plunkett, Pearse and Tone
[03:19.46] A martyr for old Ireland
[03:23.55] Sean South from Garryowen
[03:26.01]