By Cashman's Hill in St Mary's from here far north and far away
Many of the deceased people of Millstreet Parish lay
It is a cold place on a Winter's day
When the grave sites in frost are cloaked in gray
From life for all of us there is a final release
Many of the mentors of my younger years there forever rest in peace
As a boy and young man life's insights from them i did gain
And fond memories of them with me does remain
To Cashman's Hill the Seasons come and go
And time does become everybody's foe
At least of life's cares they are forever free
Life's journey too will end one day for me
But by Cashman's Hill from here thousands of sky miles away
My last remains forever may not lay.
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