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Oh, the town, it climbs the mountains and looks upon the sea
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At sleeping time or waking time, it's there I’d like to be
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To walk again those kindly streets, the place where life began
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With the Boys of Barr na Sráide who hunted for the wren
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With cudgels stout they roamed about to hunt for the dreólín
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We searched for birds in every furze from Litir to Dooneen
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We danced for joy beneath the sky, life held no print nor plan
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When the Boys of Barr na Sráidе went hunting for the wren
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And whеn 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 fought the Black-and-Tan
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Were the Boys of Barr na Sráide who hunted for the wren
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But now they toil in foreign soil where they have made their way
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Deep in the heart of London 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 Sráide who hunted 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 Sráide who hunted for the wren
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When the wheel of life runs out and peace come over me
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Just take me back to that old town between the hills and sea
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I’ll take my rest in those green fields, the place where life began,,
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With those Boys of Barr na Sráide who hunted for the wren