Sad are the homes round Garryowen    Since they lost their joy and pride    And the banshee cry links every vale   Around the Shannon side that city of the ancient walls    the broken treaty stone, undying fame surrounds your name, 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 wil he hear the seagull's cry    Over the murmurring 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