Refreshing this thread as we approach "Good Friday".

John Joe Mac Con Iomaire https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x2xdjiz

There is already a link above for Joe Heaney (Seosamh Ó hÉanaí), but I give a couple more here
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GLBLmjovIrY (lyrics posted in comments)

https://www.joeheaney.org/en/caoineadh-na-dtri-muire-1/
"Angela Partridge, recording the song in 1975 from a near neighbour of Joe’s in Aird Thoir, Máire a’ Ghabha (Máire Bean Uí Cheannabháin), describes how the singer broke down in tears in the middle of the song and was unable to continue, saying ‘Tá mé goite chomh fada ansin is tá mé in ann… mar léifidh tú scéal ar ‘chuile mháthair, mar nach mbeidh ‘chuile mháthair mar sin lena mac féin? Gortaíonn Caoineadh na Páise mé an-mhór.’ (I’ve gone as far as I can… for you know it’s the story of every mother, for wouldn’t every mother be like that with her own son? Caoineadh na Páise really hurts me.)" Although /caoineadh na dTrí Mhuire was known in Joe Heaney's district as Caoineadh na Páise (Keen/Lament of the Passion), he also had another song by that title.

Amhrán na Páise - song of the passion - recording, chat and lyrics at
https://www.joeheaney.org/en/amhran-na-paise/
and song on youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C6aYN3_cFqs&t=17s

‘S é Íosa an Fíréan, Dia dílis don Athair
Ó, is é a rinne ár gceannacht ón daoirse;
Nuair a d’fhulaing sé an Pháis agus bás ar an gcroich
Ag tabhairt sásaimh sna peacaí seo a níonns muid.

Tá an t-arán seo déanta i d’fhianaise, a Pheadair,
A Pheadair, caithidh an t-arán seo;
[An] té chaithfeas an t-arán seo, caithfidh sé mise,
Idir fheoil, anam is diachta.

Is aililiú leá is aililiú,
ailiú is aililiú
Má maslaíthear ár gcolainn ní baolach dár n-anam
Ná séanaigí m’ainmse choíche.

Tá an fíon seo déanta i d’fhianaise, a Pheadair,
A Pheadair, ólaidh an fíon seo;
[An] té ólfas an fíon seo, ólfaidh sé an fhuil
A bhí ag tíocht ‘na braonta as mo thaobhsa.

Curfá [chorus]

Siúlaigí amach sa ngairdín, a Pheadair,
Tá uaigneas mór ar mo chroí-se;
‘S é meáchan na bpeacaí is ciontach le m’uaigneas
Is fairigí uair liom an oíche seo.

Éirígí suas a tromluí a gcodladh
Ní fada uaim saighdiúir mo dhaoirse
Rinne sibh faillí fanacht ‘na maidin
‘S ní bhfuair [gur] chaith sibh an oíche seo.

Curfá

Tá sé ráite i dtairgearacht Mhaitiú
Leis an magadh a fuair Íosa
Gur éirigh an coileach a bhí ag fiuchadh sa bpota,
Chuaigh ar an mbord is lig glao as.

Curfá,

Tháinig na trí Muire ar maidin Dé Domhnaigh
Go leigheasfaidís cneácha Íosa.
Chuartaíodar an tuamba thart timpeall go gasta,
Ní bhfuaireadar amharc ar Íosa.

Tháinig an t-aingeal anuas as na Flaithis
Is d’ardaigh an leac ina bhfianaise
Bhí leac ar an tuamba, ní thógfadh céad pearsa í,
Ach thóg an t-aingeal a bhí naofa í.

Curfá

Joe Heaney said:
"It tells you about the Garden of Gethsemane. It tells you about the making of bread and wine, the making of communion and wine at the Last Supper. It tells you about how Christ told St Peter he’d deny him three times before the cock crew. And Peter of course said he wouldn’t. They said they’d watch with him in the Garden, and they all fell asleep. And Peter was visiting a house – Thursday, Holy Thursday they call it – and a girl came up to him and asked him, ‘do you know that man they was chasing tonight, to crucify him?’ And Peter said, ‘I never saw him in me life.’ And she asked him again, and he said ‘I don’t know that man.’ He was afraid for himself, nature being what it is. And the third time she asked him, he denied it, and the cock crew – and Peter ran out the door crying.

"Now, after the burial of Christ, you know, the Three Marys – Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James and John, and [the] Blessed Virgin – came to the tomb on Easter Sunday morning to put something on the wounds of Christ, you know, to leave something under the stone to cure, to help the wounds heal. And they found the tombstone thrown aside. And the Roman soldiers knocked down – They’re looking up at the sky. They couldn’t see anything. And they said they’d never believe he’d risen from the dead. They said some people came and stole it. And somebody else said, ‘There’s nobody could lift that tombstone – not while ye were around here watching.’ And they said, ‘until the chicken that’s boiling in the pot gets up on the table and flaps its wings, we’ll never believe he rose from the dead.’* And they went into the house next door, and the pot was boiling on the fire, and the chicken jumped out of the pot up on the table and started flapping its wing. And St Thomas said, ‘I’ll never believe,’ he said, ‘until I can put my fingers through the holes in his hands and feet.’ And two days after, he [Christ] met Thomas, you know, and he said to Thomas, ‘Thomas, put your fingers through my hand. I feel sorry for your lack of faith,’ [he] said [to] St Thomas."

*I quite like the resurrection of the cockerel:
Leis an magadh a fuair Íosa
Gur éirigh an coileach a bhí ag fiuchadh sa bpota,
Chuaigh ar an mbord is lig glao as.
- with the mocking that Jesus got, the cock who was boiling in the pot rose up, went on the table, and crowed
I don't see lines about putting fingers through the holes in Jesus' hand. The final verses given here say that the three Marys came on Sunday but found the tomb empty. The angel came from heaven and lifted the tombstone. A hundred people couldn't lifet it, but the holy angel did.