MARY. "And is this the very hammer that struck the sharp nails thro' thee?"
"M'ochon agus m'ochon, O!"
"And this the very spear that thy white side pierced and slew thee?"
"M'ochon agus m'ochon, O!"
"And is that the crown of thorns that thy beauteous head is caging?"
"M'ochon agus m'ochon, O!"
CHRIST. "Hush, Mother, for my sake thy sorrow be assuaging."
"M'ochon agus m'ochon, O!"
"For thy own love's sake thy cruel sorrow smother!"
"M'ochon agus m'ochon, O!"
"The women of my keening are unborn yet, little Mother!"
"M'ochon agus m'ochon, O!"
"O woman, why weepest thou my death that leads to pardon?"
"M'ochon agus m'ochon, O!"
"Happy hundreds, to-day, shall stray through Paradise Garden."
"M'ochon agus m'ochon, O!"