The town, it climbs the mountain
And looks down to the sea
And waking time or sleeping
'Tis there I long to be
To walk again the kindly street
Where I grew from boy to man
With the boys of Barr Na Sráide
Who hunted for the wren
With cudgels stout
We roamed about
To hunt the grey dreólin
We searched for birds
'Neath every furze
From Litir to Dooneen
We jumped for joy
Beneath the sky
Life held no threat or plan
And the boys from Barr Na Sráide
We hunted for the wren
And when the hills were bleeding
When rifles were aflame
To their rebel homes of Kerry
The Saxon stranger came
But the boys who dared
And the Auxies flared
And we fought the black and tan
Were once boys from Barr Na Sráide
Who hunted for the wren
But now they toil in foreign soil
Where they have gone their way
Deep in the heart
Of London Town
A rover on broadway
And I am left
To sing their deeds
And praises while I can
All the boys from Barr Na Sráide
Who hunted for the wren
And when my wheel of life runs out
And death comes over me
Just lay me down
In that old town
Between the hills and sea
I'll take my piece
'Mongst those green fields
Where I grew from boy to man
With the boys from Barr Na Sráide
Who hunted for the wren
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