Shall my soul pass through old Ireland, song

Maisie Grant, singing in English
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In a dreary Brixton prison
Where an Irish rebel lay
By his side a priest was standing
'Ere his soul should pass away
Then he faintly murmured Father
As he clasped him by the hand
Father father tell me truly
Shall my soul pass through Ireland

'Twas for loving dear old Ireland
In this prison cell I lie
'Twas for loving dear old Ireland
In this foreign land I die
Will you meet my little daughter
And give her to understand
That I fought to free our country
And I’m dying for Ireland

Shall my soul pass through old Ireland
And pass through Cork City grand
Shall I see the old cathedral
Where St. Patrick took his stand
Shall I see that little chapel
Where I pledged my heart and hand
Father Father tell me truly
Shall my soul pass through Ireland