Misc Traditional – Boys Of Barr Na Stráide (Guitar)

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Oh, the town, it climbs the mountains and looks out upon the sea

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At sleeping time or wa king, it's there I'd long to be.

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To walk again those kindly streets, the place where life began,

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And the Boys of Barr na Stráide went hunting for the wren.

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With cudgels stout we roamed about to hunt the dreólín

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We searched for birds in every furze from Litir to Dooneen.

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We sang for joy beneath the sky, life held no print nor plan

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And the Boys of Barr na Stráide went hunting for the wren.

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And when the hills were bleedin' and the rifles were aflame

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To the rebel homes of Kerry -the Saxon strangers came,

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But the men who dared the Auxies and who fought the Black-and-Tan

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Were the Boys of Barr na Stráide who huntied for the wren.

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And here's a health to them tonight wherever they may be.

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By the groves of Carham river -or the slope of Bean 'a Tí

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John Daly and Batt Andy and the Sheehans, Con and Dan,

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And the Boys of Barr na Stráide who hunted for the wren.

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When now they toil in foreign soil where they have made their way

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Deep in the heart of London Town or over on Broadway,

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And I am left to sing their deeds and praise them while I can

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Those Boys of Barr na Stráide who hunted for the wren.

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And when the wheel of life runs out and peace come over me

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Oh lay me down in that old town between the hills and sea.

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I'll take my sleep in those green fields, the place my life began,,

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With those Boys of Barr na Stráide who hunted for the wren.