Lyrics Shall My Soul Pass Through Old Ireland - Dublin City Ramblers

Shall My Soul Pass Through Old Ireland

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