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 be
 Talking and talking eternally
 Fussing and fighting eternally
 Cursing and crying eternally
 Bawling, back-biting eternally