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.