Sean South From Garryowen
The WolfetonesVersion1
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It was on a dreary new year's eve as the shades of night came down,
A lorry load of volunteers approched the border town,
There was men from Dublin and from Cork,Fermanagh and Tyrone,
And their leader was a Limerick man Sean South from Garryowen
And as they moved along the streets up to the barrack door,
They scorned the danger they might face,the fate that lay in store,
They were fighting for old Ireland,to claim their very own,
And the foremost of that gallant band was South from Garryowen.
But the sergent foiled their daring plan,he spied them through the door,
Then the Sten guns and the rifles a hail of death did pour,
And when that auful night was past,two men lay as cold as stone,
There was one from near the border,and one from Garryowen.
No more he'll hear the seagull cry o're 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
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Readable chord sheet for Sean South From Garryowen by The Wolfetones
It was [G]on a dreary new year's eve as the [C]shades of [D]night came [G]down, A lorry load of v[C]olunte[G]ers approch[Em]ed the [C]border [D]town, There was [G]men from Dublin [C]and from [G]Cork,[Em]Fermanagh [C]and Ty[D]rone, And their l[G]eader was a Limerick man [C]Sean South from [D]Garry[G]owen [G]And as they moved along the streets up [C]to the ba[D]rrack [G]door, They scorned the danger [C]they might[G] face,the [Em]fate that [C]lay in [D]store, They were [G]fighting for old [C]Irela[G]nd,to[Em] claim their [C]very o[D]wn, And the f[G]oremost of that gallant band was Sout[C]h from [D]Garry[G]owen. [G]But the sergent foiled their daring plan,he [C]spied them [D]through the [G]door, Then the Sten guns and the [C]rifles a [G]hail of [Em]death d[C]id [D]pour, And wh[G]en that auful [C]night was [G]past,two[Em] men lay as c[C]old as [D]stone, There was [G]one from near the border,and [C]one from [D]Garryo[G]wen. [G]No more he'll hear the seagull cry o're the m[C]urmuring [D]Shannon [G]tide, For he fell beneath a [C]Northern s[G]ky,br[Em]ave Hanlon [C]by [G]his [D]side, They have [G]gone to join that [C]gallant [G]band of [Em]Plunkett [C]Pearse and [D]Tone, A [G]martyr for old Ireland,Sean [C]South from [D]Garry[G]owen