I suppose it complicates the situation further, but I learned one sung by Andy Irvine (I believe) about a man who leaves Ireland and ends up in the American southwest, dying in battle. I'm not sure if it's the Mexican war, or the Civil War

THE HOLY GROUND
(Gerry O'Beirne)

I was born on the holy ground
A running boy in fields of clover
Living in the grandeur of
My father's home

By the side of the swirling sea
I spent my days in childhood wonder
And the rocks I held in my young hands
I never thought they'd slip away

The sun . . .
The wind blew high as I was leaving
And I sailed so very far
Looking for adventure

But I could not stay where the city streets
proclaimed so loudly man's endeavors
Though music is a goodly thing
In fine company.

The wilderness took my breath away
Under a sun that never falters
A man needs to find his way
where no one ever goes.

There's more, but it slips my mind, and I have no idea of who wrote it (probably learned it in some ilicit fashion, as I've learned many songs, bootlegged radio stuff.)

Susan