Sean South
T'was on a dreary new years day,
As the shades of night came down
A lorry load of vollenteers
Approached a northern town
There were men from Dublin and from Cork
Fermanagh and Tyrone
And the leader was a Limerick man
Sean South from Gary Owen
And as they marched along the street
Up to the barrack door
They sensed the danger they would meet
The fate that lay in store
They were fighting for Old Irelands cause
To claim their very own
And the foremost of that gallant band
Was South from Gary Owen
But the sergeant foiled their daring plan
He spied them through the door
And from the Sten guns and the rifles
A hail of death did pour
And when that awful night was passed
The men lay cold as stone
There was one young man from Monaghan
And one from Gary Owem
No more he'll hear the seagulls cry
Or the murmuring Shannons tide
For he fell beneath the northern skies,
O'Hanlan at his side
He's gone to meet the gallant band,
A Gough Pearse and Tone
A martyr for Old Ireland,
Sean south from Gary Owen
