Caitriona

They bathed me They clothed me  Not in the dress I loved All those years ago They dropped me  In the cheap plot  To save a couple dimes Seems like such a crime And all that loving, that's leaving Replaced now with complaining down in this hole  And I'll be spitting on the living 'Til I get my cross of Connemara stone To save money  for his plain wife My stupid son never grasped the finer points of life My guts burst  But my mind stays sharp  In this cold clay The cemetery dust  And all that loving, that's leaving Replaced now with complaining down in this hole  And I'll be spitting on the living 'Til I get my cross of Connemara stone They'll keep talking and talking eternally Fussing and fighting eternally Cursing and crying eternally  Bawling, back-biting eternally