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Shall My Soul Pass Through Old Ireland Lyrics And Chords

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Shall My Soul Pass Through Old Ireland Lyrics And Chords The video is The Dublin City Ramblers, Unknown author .This song tells of the death of Terence McSweeney , a former Lord mayor of Cork who died on hunger strike after 74 days .He wrote a series of articles which were later published as ''The Principles Of Freedom''
 

In[G] a dreary British prison where an Irish rebel[D] lay
By his side a priest was standing where his[D7] soul should pass a[G]way
As he gently murmurs father the priest takes him by the[D] hand
Tell me this before I die shall my[D7] soul pass through [G]Ireland
[Chorus]
Shall my soul pass through old Ireland pass through Cork's so city grand
Shall I see that old catherdral where Saint Patrick took his stand
Shall I see that little chapel where I placed my heart in hand
Tell me this before 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 foriegn land I die
When you see my little daughter won't you make her understand
Tell me this before I die shall my soul pass through Ireland
 
With his soul pure as a lilly and his body sanctified
In that dreary Brixton prisin our brave Irish rebel died
Prayed the priest his wish was granted as his blessing he did give
Father grant this brave man's wish may his soul pass through Ireland

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