The Irish republic. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1867-18??, 1867-08-10
POETRY.
Written for The Irish Republic
Songs of the Old Towns.
NO. II.
"GARRYOWEN."


"GARRYOWENn
What Irish has not heard of Gayowen?" tits
of the popular of the Irish airs It has
soldier nvncble bloody field with its defiant
has chered him the march, It has hushed him sleep
in bivouac him. in through
fields of holy Ireland The Irish soldier in the English
his coun and fought his tyrants battles
the Gayowen The Old Brigade in charging the
heights at Fonenoy shouting, Remember Limerick and English
perfdy down those of Lord Hay the
time Gayowen have neryed the snew and hesouls
the the who swept back the invaders from Lime
ricks WALL The air DID, and through
Limerick according Croon Croker
ago. the bucks city county
and who used to make night hdeous with their mad riots When
Limerick first lit with lamps hundred
the old known Garryowen
then which took the place of old
squeen with the the march
through the streets of Limerick singing and carrying their threats
into execution
1--WE are the boys that take delight in
Smashing the Limerick lamps when lighting
Through the streets like sporers fighting
And tearing all before etc.
well break windows we'll break doors,
The uatch knock do,on Jy threes and tours;
Then let the doctors work their cures,
And tinker bruises" etc.
be infer that the watch reeated
fore the charge of couple of hundred drunken
reckless old town boys led on by the bucks AS Gayowen
the watch day. always make themselves
when takes place at night in the streets of cities
McGegors History Of Limerick is stated
that 1.-THE rademn formerly marched gotesque procession
sday old Pagan re that the day generally
ended terrible fight between the Gayowen and Thomond Gate
boystwo sections of the city, This latter of the rite he
fight was not Pagan, but Christian.
hope Irish fighting for Irelands rights
marching the air of Garryowen will drive the foe befethem
again. did of old and that the time enemy
driven be the Shannon but the Channel
"GARRYowEN"
Oh, Garryowen is gone to rack
| Her blood is on the outlaws track
| The night hangs starless, cold and black,
| Above the shining river;
| Yet voices live along her walls,
That ring out like old buge CALLS
Thro lonesome streets and ruined halls,
Our mative land foreuerp
Then hip, hurrah! for Garryowen
| For long stands the Treaty stone,
Our Irish hearts will beat alone
| For Garryowen gora.
On those old walls brave Sarsfeld stood,
And looked into the Shannon's food
| And 10! twas flowing red with BLOOD
Of foreign foes to freedom.
Within the good old town is still
For Irelands cause some blood to SPILL
And hearts to fight with right good will,
And Sarsfeds yet to lead 'em
Then, three times three for Limerick town,
And SarsfelPs of good renown
Who tramp'd the English banner down,
In Garryowen no glord
Our good sires met the English hordes,
Their hands forever their swords
Their sashing blows the only words
They deigned to give the foemen.
And we will take fathers place.
And scowl into the Saxon face
The hatred of a royal race,
That will be slaves to no men.
Then draw your swords for Garryowen
And swear upon the Treaty stone
To live for Ireands sake alone,
In Garryowen gora.
Oh for an hour in Garryowen
In the crimson light of days long flown,
Our banners of green to the gay winds thrown,
To the chorus of the cannon.