Ann Moynihan

Before she became Ann Moynihan and time became her foe
She was born and raised as Ann Murphy many years ago
In her late sixties her life's journey came to an end
She was a nice person to have as a friend

In Inchileigh by Millstreet Town Ann first saw light of day
And in Mallow she died from there around thirty kilometers away
Predeceased by her son and her husband of life's crosses she knew
A life without one sad day a gift to the very few

In Millstreet and Mallow where she had lived for many years
Her passing from life would not have gone without tears
The Murphys formerly of Inchileigh are known far and wide
Beyond the borders of Duhallow's green countryside

The death of one we knew reminds us of our own mortality
At least anyhow this is how it seems to be
Ann who had lived as a good person died quite suddenly
But whatever we achieve in life death becomes our destiny

From her first home just over a kilometer away
Near Millstreet Town by Cashman's Hill in St Mary's Cemetery Ann's last remains lay
One can only say of her what one knows to be true
That she lived as a good person for to give her what is her due.