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 volunC teers
ApAmproached the F border G town
There wereC men from Dublin F and from CCork
FerAmmanagh F and TyGrone
And the C leader was a Am Limerick man-
Sean F South from G GarryCowen
As they C moved along the street
Up F to theG 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 GarryCowen
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 Fcold as G stone
There was C one from near the Am border
And F one from G GarryCowen
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
BraveAm 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 GarryCowen