Here is the song as I gleaned it from a bad tape. I am not sure about the word "lend" in the last stanza. Maybe someone can help. In a dreary British prison where an Irish rebel lay. By his side a priest waits standing were his soul to pass away. As he gently murmurs father, the priest takes him by the hand. Father tell me if I die shall my soul pass thru Ireland. (cho) Shall my soul pass thru old Ireland pass thru Cork city grand. Shall I see the old Cathedral where Saint Patrick made his stand. Shall I see the little chapel where I placed my heart in hand. Father tell me when I die shall my soul pass thru 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. Father tell me if I die shall my soul pass thru Ireland. (cho) With his soul pure as a lily and his body sanctified. In that dreary British prison our brave Irish rebel died. Prayed the priest his whish be granted as his blessing he did . Father grant this brave man's wish may his soul pass thru Ireland. (cho)