Traditional Irish - Sean South From Garryowen Ukulele

Soken: 
Sad are the homes around Garryowen, since they lost their gal land pride,
but the banshee cry, rings every vale along the Shannon side, that city of the 
ancient walls, the broken treaty stone, on dying fame surrounds your name Sean 
South From Garryowen.
 
       G                                 Cmaj                G
It was on a dreary new year's eve as the shades of night came down,
                 Cmaj     G/F# Em     Cmaj  Am7 D  
A lorry load of volunteers approched the border town,
E/F#/G                    Cmaj     G/F# Em       Cmaj Am7 D
There was men from Dublin and from Cork,Fermanagh and Tyrone,
E/F#/G                              Cmaj                 G
And their leader was a Limerick man Sean South from Garryowen

G                                      Cmaj           G
And as they moved along the streets up to the barrack door,
                        Cmaj         G  G/F# Em       Cmaj Am7 D
They scorned the danger they might face,the fate that lay in store,
E/F#/G                     Cmaj    G/F# Em       Cmaj Am7 D
They were fighting for old Ireland,to claim their very own,
E/F#/G                                    Cmaj            G
And the foremost of that gallant band was South from Garryowen.

G                                           Cmaj                   G
But the sergent foiled their daring plan,he spied them through the door,
                           Cmaj    G/F# Em   Cmaj Am7 D
Then the Sten guns and the rifles a hail of death did pour,
E/F#/G                     Cmaj    G/F# Em       Cmaj Am7 D
And when that auful night was past,two men lay as cold as stone,
E/F#/G                                 Cmaj          G
There was one from near the border,and one from Garryowen.

G                                  Cmaj                       G
No more he'll hear the seagull cry o're the murmuring Shannon tide,
                      Cmaj         G/F# Em       Cmaj Am7 D
For he fell beneath a Northern sky,brave Hanlon by his side,
E/F#/G                       Cmaj           G/F# Em  Cmaj Am7 D
They have gone to join that gallant band of Plunkett Pearse and Tone,
E/F#/G                        Cmaj           G
A martyr for old Ireland,Sean South from Garryowen 


The G/F# Em lick:
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The Cmaj Am7 D Lick
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The E/F#/G Lick
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