Sean South - The Davitts

It was on a dreary new years day when the shade of night came down

And a lorry load of volunteers approached the border town

There were men from dublin and from cork, fermanagh and tyrone

But the leader was a limerick man sean south of garryowen

And as they moved along the street up to the barracks door

They scorned the danger the would meet the fate that lay in store

They were fighting for old ireland to make their very own

And the foremost of this gallant band was south of garryowen

But the seargant spoiled their daring plans he spied them through the door

And with sten guns and with rifle a hail of death did pour

But before that awful night was past two men lay cold as stone

There was one from near the border and one from garryowen

No more he’ll hear the seagull cry o’er the murmuring shannon tide

For he fell beneath a northern sky brave o’hanlon by his side

He has gone to join that gallant band of plunkett pearse and tone

Another martyr for old ireland sean south of garryowen