Shall My Soul Pass Through Old Ireland

[Verse 1]
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?

[Verse 2]
Shall my soul pass through old Ireland, pass through Cork city grand?
Shall I see that old cathedral where Saint Patrick took his stand?
Shall I see that little chapel where I placed my heart in hand?
Father tell me ere I die, shall my soul pass through Ireland?

[Verse 3]
'Twas for loving dear old Ireland in this prison cell I lie
'Twas for loving dear old Ireland in this foreign land I die
If you meet my little daughter, will you make her understand?
But Father tell me truly, shall my soul pass through Ireland?