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Video Karaoke Sean South of Garryowen - The Wolfe Tones

Este tema es una versión de Sean South of Garryowen, que popularizó The Wolfe Tones

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CDG (MP3+G)
MP4
KFN
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El formato CDG (también llamado CD+G o MP3+G) es compatible con la mayoría de los reproductores de karaoke. Incluye un archivo MP3 y la letra sincronizada (Versión Karaoke solo vende archivos digitales (MP3+G) y NO recibirás un CD).

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Con coros (con o sin voces en la versión KFN)

Tempo: variable (alrededor de 99 BPM)

Tonalidad idéntica al original: MI♭

Duración: 03:26 - Escuchar en: 02:35

Fecha de publicación: 1972
Géneros: Céltico, Folk, En inglés
Compositor original: Sean Costello, King Pat

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Letra Sean South of Garryowen

Sad are the homes 'round Garryowen
Since they lost their joy and pride
And the banshee cry links every vale around the Shannon side
That city of the ancient walls
Unbroken treaty stone
Undying fame surrounds your name
Sean South from Garryowen
T'was on a dreary
New Year's Eve
As the shades of night came down
A lorry load of volunteers approached the border town
There were men from Dublin and from Cork
Fermanagh and Tyrone
And the leader was a Limerick man
Sean South from Garryowen
And as they moved along the street up to the barracks door
They scorned the danger they might face
Their fate that lay in store
They were fighting for old Ireland to claim their very own
And the foremost of that gallant band was South from Garryowen
But the seargent spied their daring plan
He spied them trough the door
The Sten guns and the rifles
A hail of death did pour
And when that awful night was passed
Two men lay as cold as stone
There was one from near the border and one from Garryowen
No more he hear the seagull's cry
Over the murmurring
Shannon tide
For he fell beneath a Northern sky
Brave Hanlon by his side
They have gone to join that gallant band of Plunkett, Pearse and Tone
A martyr for old Ireland
Sean South from Garryowen

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