Pity me on my pilgrimage to Loch Derg! 0 King of the churches and the bells bewailing your sores and your wounds, but not a tear can I squeeze from my eyes! Not moisten an eye after so much sin! Pity me, 0 King! What shall I do with a heart that seeks only its own ease? 0 only begotten Son by whom all men were made, who shunned not the death by three wounds, pity me on my pilgrimage to Loch Derg and I with a heart not softer than a stone!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.