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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
"Tell me this before 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 St. Patrick took his stand?
Shall I see that little chapel?
Where I pledged my heart and hand
Then 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'll die
Will you meet my little daughter?
Will you make her understand?
Then father, tell me truly
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 St. Patrick took his stand?
Shall I see that little chapel?
Where I pledged my heart and hand
Then father, tell me truly
Shall my soul pass through Ireland?
With a soul pure as a lily
And his body sanctified
In that dreary Brixton prison
That brave Irish rebel died
Prayed the priest that wish be granted
As in blessing, raised his hand
"Father, grant this brave man's prayer
May his soul pass through Ireland
Father, grant this brave man's prayer
May his soul pass through Ireland"