Lyrics The Boys of Barr na Sraide - Pauline Scanlon
Oh
the
town,
it
climbs
the
mountain
and
looks
upon
the
sea
At
sleeping
time
or
waking,
'tis
there
I'd
long
to
be
To
walk
again
that
kindly
street,
the
place
where
life
began
And
the
Boys
of
Barr
na
Sráide
went
hunting
for
the
wren
With
cudgels
stout
they
roamed
about
to
hunt
the
dreólín
We
searched
for
birds
in
every
furze
from
Litir
to
Dooneen
We
sang
for
joy
beneath
the
sky,
life
held
no
print
nor
plan
And
the
Boys
of
Barr
na
Sráide
went
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
and
to
beat
the
Black-and-Tan
The
Boys
of
Barr
na
Sráide
who
hunted
for
the
wren
And
here's
a
toast
to
them
tonight,
the
lads
who
laughed
with
me
By
the
groves
of
Carham
river
or
the
slope
of
Bean
'a
Tí
John
Daly
and
Batt
Andy
and
the
Sheehans,
Con
and
Dan
And
the
Boys
of
Barr
na
Sráide
who
hunted
for
the
wren
And
now
they
toil
on
foreign
soil,
for
they
have
gone
their
way
Deep
in
the
heart
of
London
town
or
over
in
Broadway
And
I
am
left
to
sing
their
deeds
and
praise
them
while
I
can
Those
Boys
of
Barr
na
Sráide
who
hunted
for
the
wren
And
when
the
wheel
of
life
runs
down
and
peace
comes
over
me
Oh
lay
me
down
in
that
old
town
between
the
hills
and
sea
I'll
take
my
sleep
in
those
green
fields,
the
place
my
life
began
Where
those
Boys
of
Barr
na
Sráide
went
hunting
for
the
wren
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