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.