Christy Moore - The Boys of Barr na Sráide lyrics

Oh, the town, it climbs the mountains and
Looks upon the sea
At sleeping time or waking time
It's there I’d like to be
To walk again those kindly streets
The place where life began
With the Boys of Barr na Sráide
Who hunted for the wren

With cudgels stout they roamed about
To hunt for the dreólín
We searched for birds in every
Furze from Litir to Dooneen
We danced for joy beneath the sky
Life held no print nor plan
When the Boys of Barr na Sráidе
Went hunting for the wren

And whеn the hills were bleedin'
And the rifles were aflame
To the rebel homes of Kerry
The Saxon strangers came
But the men who dared the Auxies
And fought the Black-and Tan
Were the Boys of Barr na Sráide
Who hunted for the wren
But now they toil in foreign soil
Where they have made their way
Deep in the heart of London
Or over on 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 here's a health to them
Tonight wherever they may be
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

When the wheel of life runs out
And peace come over me
Just take me back to that old
Town between the hills and sea
I’ll take my rest in those green
Fields, the place where life began
With those Boys of Barr na Sráide
Who hunted for the wren