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Hear the Atlantic seethe and swellAnd hear the lonely chapel bellGod save their souls and mind them wellTomas and Sean ConneeleyYesterday at half past fourThey pushed their currach from the shoreOne took the net while one took the oarThe two fishermen ConneeleyFrom Connor's fort and from Synge's chairTowards Inis Mor and Inis IarrThey scour the sea in silent prayerAs they go searching for their neighboursDia Diobh a beirt iascari breaNach mbeidh ar ais ar barr an traGo mbeidh sibh sona sasta ar neamhTomas agus Sean O'ConghaileDraw the seaweed up the hillAnd sow potatoes in the drillTry to understand God's willAnd the loss of the two ConneeleysHear the Atlantic seethe and swellAnd hear the lonely chapel bellGod save their souls and mind them wellTomas and Sean Conneeley Aus Songtexte Mania