The Irish slavers took him in
A midnight village raid
Away from family, hearth, and home
Where happy he’d once stayed
They sold him to a master who
Sent him to shepherd flocks
Where he remained for many years
Until he found the docks
Got on a ship and made it home
His freedom to restore
But though the chains were broken he’d
Forget not Irish shore
Once trained as clergy and prepared
He’d go back to the place
That’d so abused his early life
To tell of God and grace
The land of darkness for so long
Became for him a field
Because he listened to the call
To which we all should yield