Irish Song Lyrics 
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Sean Treacy 
J. Crofts 
We often heard our fathers tell How in the Fenian times The noblest of Tipperary's sons Imprisoned spent their lives. 
Those tales we can hear daily, And the deeds of valiant men, As the war goes on unceasingly Through valley, hill and glen. 
They searched for Sean at midnight; His comrade with him slept. Macready's murdering bloodhounds In silence on them crept. 
Our heroes fought as brave men should And made a gallant fight; With bullet food they did conclude The lives of Smith and White. 
In a crowded Dublin Street Sean died On a dim October day; The story will be told with pride While men in Eirinn stay. 
With trusty gun held in his hand, Two sleuth hounds he laid low: 'Twas well they knew this island through They had no brave foe. 
When the British saw the battle They shook with fear and dread A machine gun then did rattle And our hero bold lay dead. 
Sean Treacy killed! Sean Treacy killed! Was borne along the breeze. No bells were rung; no caoin was sung; He died for Ireland free. 
While grass grows green in Eirinn We'll think of you, brave Sean! We'll sing your praise o'er hill and vale When grief and gloom are gone. 
And when the dawn of Freedom's sun Shines out in Eirinn's skies, In our Gaelic tongue we'll tell our sons How brave Sean Treacy died.