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