SOMETIMES, ALL YOU NEED IS ...

... emotion, a great song and a microphone.

I'd mentioned this exact moment in an earlier post. It is Ray Kelly of The Mickey Finns singing "Sean South" at the Dublin (OH) Irish Festival this past August.
Stunning.
By the way — England, get out of Ireland.






And as they drew 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 Sean of Garryowen

But the sergeant he spied their daring plan

He spied them through the door

With their Sten guns and their rifles

A hail of death did pour

And as the dark of night was passed

Two men lay cold as stone

There was one from near the border

And one from Garryowen

No more you'll hear the seagull's cry

O'er the roaring Shannon tide

For he fell beneath a northern sky

Great Hanlon by his side

They have gone to join that gallant band

Of Plunkett, Pearse, and Tone

Another martyr for old Ireland

Sean South from Garryowen



'Twas on a dreary New Year's Eve

As the 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

But the leader was a Limerick man -

Sean South from Garryowen