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Otras canciones:
- A Nation Once Again
- A Row In The Town Erin Go Bragh
- Admiral William Brown
- Big Strong Man
- Boston Rose
- Broad Black Brimmer
- Celtic Symphony
- Come Out Ye Black And Tans
- Far Away In Australia
- Finnegans Wake
- God Save Ireland
- Grace
- Joe Mc Donnell
- Joe Mcdonnell
- Let The People Sing
- On The One Road
- Oro Se Do Bheatha Bhaile
- Quare Things In Dublin
- Rifles Of The Ira
- Rock On Rockall
- Sean South
- Sean South From Garryowen
- Snipers Promise
- Some Say The Devil Is Dead
- Sunday Bloody Sunday
- The Big Strong Man
- The Boys Of The Old Brigade
- The Fields Of Athenry
- The Men Behind The Wire
- The Streets Of New York
- The Wearing Of The Green
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Verse 1]
C
It was on a dreary new year's eve,
F G C
as the shades of night came down.
F C
A lorry load of volunteers,
Am F G
approached the border town.
C F C
There were men from Dublin and from Cork,
Am F G
Fermanagh and Tyrone.
C Am
And their leader was a Limerick man,
F G C
Sean South from Garryowen.
[Verse 2]
C
And as they moved along the streets,
F G C
up to the barrack door.
F C
They scorned the danger they might face,
Am F G
the fate that lay in store.
C F C
They were fighting for old Ireland’s cause,
Am F G
to claim their very own.
C Am
And the foremost of that gallant band,
F G C
was South from Garryowen.
[Verse 3]
C
But the sergeant foiled their daring plan,
F G C
he spied them through the door.
F C
Then the Sten guns and the rif-les
Am F G
a hail of death did pour.
C F C
And when that awful night was past,
Am F G
two men lay as cold as stone.
C Am
There was one from near the border,
F G C
and one from Garryowen.
[Verse 4]
C
No more he'll hear the seagull cry,
F G C
or the murmuring Shannon tide.
F C
For he fell beneath a Northern sky,
Am F G
brave Hanlon by his side.
C F C
They have gone to join that gallant band,
Am F G
of Plunkett, Pearse and Tone.
C Am
A martyr for old Ireland,
F G C
Sean South from Garryowen.
C
It was on a dreary new year's eve,
F G C
as the shades of night came down.
F C
A lorry load of volunteers,
Am F G
approached the border town.
C F C
There were men from Dublin and from Cork,
Am F G
Fermanagh and Tyrone.
C Am
And their leader was a Limerick man,
F G C
Sean South from Garryowen.
[Verse 2]
C
And as they moved along the streets,
F G C
up to the barrack door.
F C
They scorned the danger they might face,
Am F G
the fate that lay in store.
C F C
They were fighting for old Ireland’s cause,
Am F G
to claim their very own.
C Am
And the foremost of that gallant band,
F G C
was South from Garryowen.
[Verse 3]
C
But the sergeant foiled their daring plan,
F G C
he spied them through the door.
F C
Then the Sten guns and the rif-les
Am F G
a hail of death did pour.
C F C
And when that awful night was past,
Am F G
two men lay as cold as stone.
C Am
There was one from near the border,
F G C
and one from Garryowen.
[Verse 4]
C
No more he'll hear the seagull cry,
F G C
or the murmuring Shannon tide.
F C
For he fell beneath a Northern sky,
Am F G
brave Hanlon by his side.
C F C
They have gone to join that gallant band,
Am F G
of Plunkett, Pearse and Tone.
C Am
A martyr for old Ireland,
F G C
Sean South from Garryowen.
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