The Dying Soldier

Hear the Atlantic seethe and swell 
  And hear the lonely chapel bell 
  God save their souls and mind them well 
  The two fishermen Conneeley 

  Yesterday at half past four 
  They pushed their currach from the shore 
  One took the net while one took the oar 
  The two fishermen Conneeleys 

  From Connor's fort and from Synge's chair 
  Towards Inis Mor and Inis Iarr 
  They scour the sea in silent prayer 
  As they go searching for their neighbours 

  Dia Diobh a beirt iascari brea 
  Nach mbeidh ar ais ar barr an tra 
  Go mbeidh sibh sona sasta ar neamh 
  Tomas agus Sean O'Conghaile 

  Draw the seaweed up the hill 
  And sow potatoes in the drill 
  Try to understand God's will 
  And the loss of the two Conneeleys 

  English Translation of Irish Verse: 
  God be with you two fine fishermen 
  Who will not be back at the top of the strand 
  May you have peace and happiness in Heaven 
  Tomas and Sean Conneeley