It May Not Be By Cashman's Hill

Though two miles west of there i first saw light of day
It may not be by Cashman's Hill my last remains will lay
Or if i am cremated that will not be worrying me
The dead are past all caring and what will be will be
On looking back the decades how fast the years went by
Time does not wait for any one how quickly it seems to fly
It seems like only yesterday when i was in my life's prime
But that was nearly forty ago and this is going back in time
The school boy of the fifties now showing his years in gray
And it is obvious he is one who has known a better day
It has been twenty seven years since i last heard a cow
On a nice Summer's evening in a field by the Finnow
But sooner or later death comes to us all on that we can depend
And a long way south of Claragahtlea my life's journey may end.