The Mass Bell Has Rung

You must be troubled a stór [darling]

Last night you came

Stood on the moonlit floor

And called again my name

In dreams, I felt your tears

In dreams, my eyes are wet

O dead for seven long years

Can you not forget

Are you not happy yet

The mass bell shall rung

The mass be said and sung

God will surely hear

Go back and sleep my dear

You went away when you heard

The red cock’s clarion crow

You have given my heart a sword

You have given my heart a woe

I who your burdens bore

On whom your sorrows fell

You have to travel a stór [darling]

Your bitter need to tell

And I was faring well

The mass bell shall rung

The mass be said and sung

God will surely hear

Go back and sleep my dear