"Boys Of Barr Na Sráide" lyrics

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