Bitter the death they gave you soldier lad, you of the boyish heart and fair blue eyes. Hanged like a dog! Gods mercy it would be sad. Did we not know you lived beyond the skies. There nigh the Throne of Christ who died to save. There shall you plead for the land that claimed your love. Silent you sleep in your own lovely grave. Many shall plead with in the realms above.
Mary, beloved Queen of this land of faith, Patrick who taught the truths for which you died. Calum who went into exile worst than death - every saints of Eireann stand by your side. See through the courts of heaven what an array. Munster to second your