Verse 1: I can hear the bells of Dublin in this lonely waiting room
And the Paper-boys are singing in the rain
Not too long before they take us to the Airport and the noise
To get onboard a Trans-Atlantic plane
We’ve got nothing left to stay for, we have no more left to say
And there isn’t any work for us to do
So farewell you boys and girls another bloody flight of Earls
Our best asset is our best export too
Verse 2: It’s not murder, fear or famine that makes us leave this time
We’re not going to join McAlpines fusiliers
We’ve got brains and we’ve got vision, we’ve got education too
But we just can’t throw away these precious years
So we walk the streets of London and the streets of Baltimore
And we meet at night in several Boston bars
We’re the leaders of the future but we’re far away from home
And we dream of you beneath the Irish stars

Verse 3: As we look on Ellis Island and the lady in the bay
And Manhattan turns to face another Sunday
We just wonder what you’re doing to bring us all back home
As we look forward to another Monday
Because it’s not the work that scares us, we don’t mind an honest job
And we know things will get better once again
So a thousand times adieu, we’ve got Bono and U2
All we’re missing is the Guiness and the rain
Verse 4: So switch off your new Computers ‘cos the writing’s on the wall
We’re leaving as our fathers did before
Take a look at Dublin Airport or the boat that leaves North Wall
There’ll be no Youth unemployment anymore
Because we’re over here in Queensland and in parts of New South Wales
We’re on the seas and airways and the trains

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THE WOLFE TONES
SEAN SOUTH OF GARRYOWEN

This song is about Sean South who was shot dead, along with Fergal O’Hanlon, during
a daring raid on an R.U.C. base during the I.R.A.’s border campaign of 1956-1962.

(spoken)
Sad are the homes ‘round Garryowen
Since lost their giant pride
And the banshee cry links every vale
Around the Shannon side
that city of the ancient walls
Unbroken Treaty Stone, undying fame
Surrounds your name, Sean South of Garryowen
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Verse 1
T’was on a dreary New Year’s Eve
As the shades of night came down
A lorry load of volunteers
Approached the border town
There were men from Dublin and from Cork
Fermanagh and Tyrone
And the leader was a Limerick man-
Sean South from Garryowen

Verse 2
As they moved along the street
Up to the barracks door
They scorned the danger they might face
Their fate that lay in store
They were fighting for old Ireland’s cause
To claim their very own
And the foremost of that gallant band
Was South from Garryowen

Verse 3
But the sergeant spied their daring plan
He spied them through the door
The Sten guns and the rifles
A hail of death did pour
And when that awful night was passed
Two men lay as cold as stone
There was one from near the border
And one from Garryowen

Verse 4
No more will he hear the seagull’s cry
Over the murmuring Shannon tide
For he fell beneath a northern sky
Brave Hanlon by his side
They had gone to join that gallant band
Of Plunkett, Pearse and Tone
A martyr for old Ireland
Sean South from Garryowen

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For this rock is part of Ireland, ‘cos it’ s written in folklore
That Fionn MacCumhaill took a sod of grass and he threw it to the fore,
Then he tossed a pebble across the sea, where ever it did fall,
For the sod became the Isle of Man and the pebble’s called Rockall.
Now the seas will not be silent, while Britannia grabs the waves
And remember that the Irish will no longer be your slaves,
And remember that Britannia, well, – she rules the waves no more
So keep your hands off Rockall – it’s Irish to the core.

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