Seán South of Garryowen - The Folkstones

He was born in city where
the shannon waters flow
A lad of princely bearing,
as everybody knows
He loved his native language,
because it was his own
and Irishmen remember well
Sean south of Garryowen

As new years day was dawning near
he faced our ancient foe
there were few their to bid him adieu
for few had seen him go
But when his riddled body
Came home to rest among his own
There were thousands there to welcome back
Sean South of Garryowen

The wee ones in Fermanagh homes
Are asking where youve gone
Where is the red haired soldier
who spoke our Gaelic tongue
Beside the fire he drew for us
and spoke of Pearse and Tone
Oh mammt will we meet again
Sean South of Garryowen

A Sheain a ghra you or resting now
with Ireland's gallant dead
and Ulster fields are crimson
with the blood you nobly shed
May the lord who reigns in heaven above
take you to his kingly throne
And may Irishmen remember well
Sean South of Garryowen

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