Limerick, Your'e a Lady,

Your Shannon Water, tears of joy that flow,

The beauty, that surronds you,

I'll take it with me love where 'ere I go,

While waking in the arms of distant waters

A new day finds me far away from home,

Then Limerick, you're my lady,

The one true love that I have ever known.



As children you and I spent endless days of fun,

In winter's snow or summer's golden sun,

We fished in silver streams, the fabric of my dreams,

Was fashioned by your loveliness and so I have to say



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A gift that time has made to travellers on their way,

Seeking out the beauty of our land

A shrine where children pray and bells ring out to say

Thank God ,we're living just to feel the freedom of each day.



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Sean South

It was on a dreary New Years Eve
As the shade of night fell down
A lorry load of volunteers
Approached the border town
There was men from Dublin and from Cork
Fermanagh and Tyrone
And their leader was a Limerick man
Sean South from Garryowen



And as they moved along the street up to the barrack door They scorned the danger that they would meet

And the fate that lay in store

They were fighting for Old Ireland

To claim their very own

And the foremost of that gallant band

Was South from Garryowen.

But the Sergeant foiled their daring plan
He spied them through the door
Then the rifle and the stenguns fired
A hail of death did pour
And when that awful night had passed
Two men lay cold as stone
There was one from near the border
And one from Garryowen

No more he'll hear the seagulls cry
Or the murmuring Shannon's tide
For he fell beneath the northern sky
Brave Hanlon by his side
He has gone to join that gallant band
Of Plunkett, Pearse and Tone
Another martyr for old Ireland
Sean South from Garryowen