The Wolfe Tones - Boys Of Barr Na Sráide

The town, it climbs the mountain and looks
Down to the sea
And waking time or sleeping 'tis there
I long to be
To walk again the kindly street where I
Grew from boy to man
With the boys of Barr Na Sráide
Who hunted for the wren

With cudgels stout we roamed about
To hunt the grey dreólin
We searched for birds 'neath every
Furze from Leitir to Dooneen
We jumped for joy beneath the sky
Life held no threat or plan
And the boys from Barr Na Sráide
We hunted for the wren

And when the hills were bleeding
When rifles were aflame
To the rebel homes of Kerry
The Saxon stranger came
But the boys who dared and the Auxies flared
And we fought the black and tan
Were once boys from Barr Na Sráide
Who hunted for the wren

But now they toil on foreign soil
Where they have gone their way
Deep in the heart of London Town
A rover on broadway
And I am left to sing their
Deeds and praises while I can
All the boys from Barr Na Sráide
Who hunted for the wren

And when my wheel of life runs
Out and death comes over me
Just lay me down in that old
Town between the hills and sea
I'll take my piece 'mongst
Those green fields
Where I grew from boy to man
With the boys from Barr Na Sráide
Who hunted for the wren

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