Shall My Soul Pass Through Old Ireland - Dublin City Ramblers

In a dreary Brixton prison

Where an Irish rebel lay

By his side a priest was standing

'Ere his soul should pass away

As he faintly murmured Father

As he clasped him by the hand

Tell me this before I die

Shall my soul pass through Ireland

Shall my soul pass through old Ireland

And through Cork’s old city grand

Shall I see that old cathedral

Where St. Patrick took his stand

Shall I see that little chapel

Where I pledged my heart and hand

Tell me this before I die

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

Will you make her understand

Tell me this before I die

Shall my soul pass through Ireland

With his heart pure as a lily

and his body sanctified

in this dreary British prison

our brave Irish rebel died

prayed the priest his wish be granted

and in blessing raised raised his hand

Tell me this before I die

Shall my soul pass through old Ireland