Taken down by Patrick H. Pearse from Mary Clancy of Moycullen, who
keened it with great horror in her voice, in a low sobbing recitative.
MARY. "O Peter, O Apostle, my bright Love, hast thou found him?"
"M'ochon agus m'ochon, O!"
PETER. "Even now in the midst of His foemen I found Him."
"M'ochon agus m'ochon, O!"
MARY. "Come hither, ye two Marys, and my bright love be keening."
"M'ochon agus m'ochon, O!"
THE TWO MARYS. "If His body be not with us, sure our keene had little
meaning."
"M'ochon agus m'ochon, O!"
MARY. "Who is yonder stately Man on the Tree His passion showing?"
"M'ochon agus m'ochon, O!"
CHRIST. "O Mother, thine own son, can it be thou art not knowing."
"M'ochon agus m'ochon, O!"
MARY. "And is that the little son whom nine months I was bearing?"
"M'ochon agus m'ochon, O!"
"And is that the little son in the stall I was caring?
And is that the little son this Mary's breast was draining?"
"M'ochon agus m'ochon, O!"