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The Boys of Barr na Sraide
Sigerson Clifford
Oh the town that climbs the mountain and looks out upon the sea
At sleeping time or waking, tis there I long to be
To walk again those kindly streets, the place where life began
With the boys of Barr na Sraide who hunted for the wren

With cudgels stout they roamed about in search of dreolin
We searched for birds from every furze from Litir to Doneen
We danced for joy beneath the sky, life held no print nor plan
When the boys of Barr na Sraide were hunting for the wren

And when the hills were bleeding and the rifles were aflame
To the rebel homes of Kerry the Saxon stranger came
But the men who dared the Auxies, who fought the Black & Tans
Were the boys of Barr na Sraide who hunted for the wren
But now they toil in foreign soil where they have made their way
Deep in the heart of Londontown or over in Broadway
And I am left to sing their deeds and praise them while I can
Those boys of Barr na Sraide who hunted for the wren

And here's a health to them tonight wherever they may be
By the groves of Carham River or the slopes of Bi na Ti
John Daley and Batt Andy, the Sheehan's, Conn and Dan
Those boys of Barr na Sraide who hunted for the wren

And when the wheel of life runs out, and peace comes over me
Just take me back to that old town between the hills and sea
I'll take my rest in those green fields, the place where life began
With boys of Barr na Sraide who hunted for the wren