SEAN SABHAT OF GARRYOWEN
Sean Sabhat(or South) was shot by the R.U.C. in a daring
I.R.A. raid on the Brookebourgh barracks in 1956, he was only 19.
Sad are the homes around Garryowen
Since lost their joy and pride
And the banshee wail rings every bell
That city of the ancient walls
Unbroken treaty stone
Undying fame surrounds your name
Sean Sabhat from Garryowen.
'Twas [G] on a dreary new years day
As the [C] shades of night came [G] down.
A lorry load of [C] volun[G] teers
[Am7] Approached a [Am] border [D7] town
There were [G] men from Dublin [C] and from [G] Cork,
Fer[Am7]managh [Am] and Ty[D7]rone,
But the [G] leader was a Limerick man,
Sean [C] Sabhat of [G] Garryowen.
And as they moved along the street
Up to the barrack door,
The scorned the danger they would meet,
The fate that lay in store.
They were fighting for old Ireland's cause,
To claim our very own,
And the foremost of that gallant band
Was Sabhat of Garryowen.
But the sergeant foiled their daring plan,
He spied them thro' the door.
Then the sten guns and the rifles,
A hail of death did pour
And when that awful night was past,
Two men were cold as stone,
There was one from near the border and
One from Garryowen.
May God keep o`er those gallant men,
May heaven be their home.
Twas in Brookebourgh town where they were shot down,
On the cobbles they lay cold.
Well they never feared the R.U.C.
Or the B-Men on patrol
O`Hanlon from the border
and Sabhat from Garryowen.
No more he'll hear the seagull cry,
O'er the murmuring Shannon tide,
For he fell beneath the northern sky,
Brave Hanlon at his side,
He has gone to join that gallant band of
Plunkett, Pearse and Tone,
A martyr for old Ireland,
Sean Sabhat of Garryowen.