The Boys Of Barr Na Sraide

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