A beauty in her younger years though beauty until death with few does stay
The former Rose of Carriganimma where might she be today
Does she like many others in hair dye cloak her gray
And with anti ageing creams smooth age wrinkles away
Did she marry, partner and bear chuildren or as childless and single did remain
She left Carriganimma in the mid sixties never to return again
As a dark haired blue eyed beauty in her physical bloom
Her equal not to be found in Millstreet or Macroom
She left old Carriganimma on an April morning in Spring
When the nesting songbirds did whistle and sing
And the old fields lush and green from the recent showers
Did look quite resplendent in their April Flowers
The Rose of Carriganimma when in her life's prime
But then like all others she did have her time.
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