Sean South - Dubliners Sad are the homes 'round Garryowen Since lost their giant pride And the banshee cry links every vale Around the Shannon side that city of the ancient walls Unbroken Treaty Stone, undying fame Surrounds your name, Sean South of Garryowen: T'was on [C] a dreary New Year's Eve As the [F] shades of [G] night came [C] down A lorry load of [F] volun[C] teers Ap[Am]proached the [F] border [G] town There were[C] men from Dublin [F] and from [C]Cork Fer[Am]managh [F] and Ty[G]rone And the [C] leader was a [Am] Limerick man- Sean [F] South from [G] Garry[C]owen As they [C] moved along the street Up [F] to the[G] barracks [C] door They scorned the danger [F] they might [C] face Their [Am] fate that [F] lay in [G] store They were [C] fighting for old [F] Ire [C] land's To [Am] claim their [F] very [G] own And the [C] foremost of that [Am] gallant band Was [F] South from [G] Garry[C]owen But the [C] sergeant foiled their daring plan He [F] spied them [G] through the [C] door The Sten guns and the [F] ri-[C]-fles A [Am] hail of [F] death did [G] pour And [C] when that awful [F] night was [C] passed Two men [Am] lay as [F]cold as [G] stone There was [C] one from near the [Am] border And [F] one from [G] Garry[C]owen No more [C] will he hear the seagull's cry Over the [F] murmuring [G] Shannon [C] tide For he fell beneath a [F] northern [C] sky Brave[Am] Hanlon [F] by his [G] side They had [C] gone to join that [F] gallant [C] band Of [Am] Plunkett, [F] Pearse and [G] Tone A martyr [C] for old [Am] Ireland Sean [F] South from [G] Garry[C]owen