Shall My Soul Pass Through Old Ireland?

In a dreary British prison where an Irish rebel lay
By his side a priest waits standing were his soul to pass away
As he gently murmurs father, the priest takes him by the hand
Father tell me if I die shall my soul pass through Ireland?

Shall my soul pass through old Ireland pass through Cork city grand
Shall I see the old Cathedral where Saint Patrick made his stand
Shall I see the little chapel where I placed my heart in hand
Father tell me when I die shall my soul pass through Ireland?

Was for loving dear old Ireland in this prison cell I lie
Was for loving dear old Ireland in this foreign land I die
When you see my little daughter won't you make her understand
Father tell me if I die shall my soul pass through Ireland

With his soul pure as a lily and his body sanctified
In that dreary British prison our brave Irish rebel died
Prayed the priest his wish be granted as in blessing raised his hand
Father grant this brave man's wish may his soul pass through Ireland
Oh, may his soul pass through Ireland.

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