Weep for joy oh foolish I
At the thoughts I sometimes think
Carnal worldly fears flood in
And the soul begins to stink
The cares of this hard earthly life
Oh how they can arise
Love of money as security
Come let us this god now despise
If more children God does give
Surely He will provide
Though I'm sick and broken still
I know God He will abide
For I have the greatest of all things
To give to my children
The Holy Eucharist Catholic family
To redeem from every sin
A soul I can create in love
With my Holy wife
One alone is my everything
My Rebecca she is my life
So give me 10 more of her
Send us twins and triplets
I know they all belong to you
Holy Father who them all knits
In the womb in the womb
Oh Ireland how you have fallen
Light of the nations
To you God is calling
Come back to your rock Ireland
Oh land of Scholars and saints
And give your children life again
Before your nation finally faints
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