Dennis,
Here is 'Sean South', as I learned it.
Enjoy! - Ian O'Donnell
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SEAN SOUTH

1. It was on a dreary New Year’s Eve as shades of night came down
A lorry load of volunteers approached a border town
There were men from Dublin and from Cork, Fermanagh and Tyrone
And their leader was a Limerick man, Sean South from Garryowen.

2. And as they moved along the street, up to the barracks door,
They scorned the dangers they would meet, the fate that lay in store.
They were fighting for old Ireland’s cause, to claim their very own,
And the leader was a Limerick man, Sean South from Garryowen.

3. But the Sergeant spied their daring plan; he spied them through the door
With their Sten guns and their rifle butts; a hail of death did roar;
And when that awful night was past, two men lay cold as stone.
There was one from near the border and one from Garryowen.

4. No more they’ll hear the seagulls cry o’er the murmuring Shannon tide,
For they fell beneath a northern sky, brave Hanlon by their side.
They have gone to join that gallant band of Plunkett, Pearce and Tone,
Another martyr for old Ireland: Sean South from Garryowen.