Sadder the homes
round Gary Holm,
since lost their joy and pride.
And the Banshee's cry,
shed on every vale,
along the Shannon side.
That city on the ancient walls,
the broken 3D stone
Undying fame surrounds your name,
Sean South from Gary Old
Was on a dreary New Year's 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, Verona an d Tyrol
And the leader was a livery man
Just south of Garylo
And as they moved along the street,
up to the barrack door
They scorned the danger they might meet,
the fate that lay in store
They were fighting for
coal by our land,
to claim their very own
And a foremost of that gallant band
Crossed out from Gareo
But the sergeant's spy, their daring plan
He spied them through the door
The Sten guns and the rifles,
a hail of death did pour
And when that awful night was past,
two men lay cold as stone
There was one from near the border,
and one from Gary O
No more he will hear the singing of fire
or the murmuring shallow tide
For he fell beneath the northern sky,
great Camden by his side
They have gone to join that gallant band
of Blunkett, Pierce and Toad
A martyr of war,
lion and wassail from Garee -o