Liricí
1.
I seipéal phríosún shean Kilmainham, atá muid cruinnithe araon,
Ag meabhrú ar an Éirí amach. Ar theip orainn, faraor?
Ar scoil fadó a deirtí linn, go mbeadh saoirse ag ár dtír,
Níl de mhian agam, san áit ghruama seo, ach tú bheith lem’ thaobh.
Curfá
Och, Grace, fáisc mé le d’ucht is ná lig domh scaradh choíche,
Le breacadh an lae, beidh mé á chur chun bháis.
Glac uaim anois, a ghrá mo chroí, an fáinne pósta órga.
Ní bheidh fáil againn ár ngrá a roinnt ach, ‘Slán go deo’ a rá.
2.
Tuigim, a stór, gur deacair duit, tuiscint a bheith agat féin,
Ar mo dhílseacht do na laochra seo is do mo thír dhíl féin.
Mar sin nuair a tháinig an scairt uaidh ó lár an GPO
Bhí orm dul, is mé lag tinn, síos faoi lár an áir.
Curfá
Och, Grace, fáisc mé le d’ucht is ná lig domh scaradh choíche,
Le breacadh an lae, beidh mé a chur chun bháis.
Glac uaim anois, a ghrá mo chroí, an fáinne pósta órga.
Ní bheidh fáil againn ár ngrá a roinnt ach, ‘Slán go deo’ a rá.
3.
Le bánú an lae seo is mé atá faoi néalta bróin.
Ag siúl amach an mhaidin mhoch is mé ag smaoineadh ort, á ghrá.
Is scríobhfaidh mé ar an mballa seo ionas go mbeidh á fhios ag cách
Faoi mhéid mo ghrá is go bhfaca mé a fhuil i lár an róis.
Leagan Béarla de
As we gather in the chapel here in old Kilmainham Jail I think about the last few weeks: Oh will they say we’ve failed. From our school days they have told us we must yearn for liberty, yet all I want in this dark place is to have you here with me.
CHORUS Oh Grace, hold me in your arms, let this moment linger. They take me out at dawn and I will die. With all my love I place this wedding ring on your finger. There won’t be time to share our love for we must say goodbye.
Now I know it’s hard for you, my love, to ever understand. The love I bear for these brave men, my love for this dear land. But when Padraic called me to his side down in the G.P.O. I had to leave my own sick bed, to him I had to go.
Chorus
There won’t be time to share our love for we must say goodbye.
