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Sean South - The Wolfe Tones (Cover) by Seth Staton Watkins
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"Sean South", also known as "Sean South of Garryowen", was written by Sean Costello to the tune of another republican ballad "Roddy McCorley" and made famous by the Wolfe Tones. Seán South was a member of the Pearse Column of the Irish Republican Army, and was fatally wounded during the attack on Brookeborough barracks in 1957. The words to this song were first published in the Irish Catholic newspaper within a week of South's death.
I think it important to note that while I admire the sentiment expressed in the song, I hold no admiration for Sean South. South was a reactionary Catholic, an Irish republican zealot, and an outspoken anti-Semite. He admired the writings of the British fascist A.K. Chesterton, and associated with members of Irish fascist party, Ailtirí na hAiséirghe. His reactionary Catholicism was considered extreme at the time even among other devote conservative Catholics. Aside from the sentiments expressed in this song, my own beliefs stand in stark contrast to those of Sean South. However, I sing this song out of reverence for all the martyrs from the last 800 years who died fighting for Irish independence.
Here are the lyrics if you want to sing along:
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 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 spoiled their daring plan
He spied them trough the door
The Sten guns and the rifles too 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 and one from Garryowen
No more he will hear the seagull's cry
Over the murmuring 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