Garryowen - 97th Regimental String Band

Sad are the homes round Garryowen Since they lost their joy and pride And the banshee cry links every vale Around the Shannon side that city of the ancient walls The broken treaty stone, undying fame surrounds your name, Sean South from Garryowen T'was on a dreary New Years 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 As they moved along the street up to the barracks door They scorned the danger they might face Their fate taht lay instore They were fighting for old Ireland to clim their very own And the foremost of that gallant band Was South from Garryowen But the seargent spied their daring plan He spied them trough the door The Sten guns and the rifles a hail of death did pour And when that awful night had passed Two men lay cold a s stone There was one from near the border twn and one from Garryowen No more wil he hear the seagull's cry Over the murmurring Shannon tide For he fell beneath a Northern sky brave Hanlon by his side They have gone to join that gallant band Of Plunkett, Pearse and Tone A martyr for old Ireland Sean South from Garryowen

Bring the good old bugle boys, we'll sing another song Sing it with a spirit that will start the world along Sing it as we used to sing in 50,000 strong While we were marching through Georgia! Hurrah, Hurrah! We bring the jubilee Hurrah, Hurrah! The flag that makes you free! So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea While we were marching through Georgia! How the darkies shouted when they heard the joyful sound How the turkeys gobble which are commissary found How the sweet potatoes even started from the ground While we were marching through Georgia! Hurrah, Hurrah! We bring the jubilee! Hurrah, Hurrah! The flag that makes you free! So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea While we were marching through Georgia! Yes, and there were union men who wept with joyful tears When they saw the honored flag they had not seen for years Hardly could they be restrained from breaking forth in cheers While we were marching through Georgia! Hurrah, Hurrah! We bring the jubilee! Hurrah, Hurrah! The flag that makes you free! So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea While we were marching through Georgia! Sherman's stashing yankee boys would never reach the coast So the saucy rebel said, "It was a handsome pose!" Had they not forgot unless to reckon with the host? While we were marching through Georgia! Hurrah, Hurrah! We bring the jubilee! Hurrah, Hurrah! The flag that makes you free! So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea While we were marching through Georgia! So we made a thorough fair for freedom and her train Sixty-miles in latitude, Three-hundred to the main! Treason fled before us for resistance was in vain! While we were marching through Georgia! Hurrah, Hurrah! We bring the jubilee! Hurrah, Hurrah! The flag that makes you free! So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea While we were marching through Georgia!

Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea My desire is always to be here Oh Mull of Kintyre Far have I traveled and much have I seen Darkest of mountains with valleys of green Past painted deserts the sun sets on fire As he carries me home to the Mull of Kintyre Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea My desire is always to be here Oh Mull of Kintyre Sweep through the heather like deer in the glen Carry me back to the days I knew then Nights when we sang like a heavenly choir Of the life and the times of the Mull of Kintyre Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea My desire is always to be here Oh Mull of Kintyre Smiles in the sunshine and tears in the rain Still take me back where my memories remain Flickering embers go higher and higher As they carry me back to the Mull of Kintyre Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea My desire is always to be here Oh Mull of Kintyre Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea My desire is always to be here Oh Mull of Kintyre