Friday, July 10, 2009


As they lowered you down in the cold, clammy clay,
Distinctly I heard you knock-knocking.
The rest of the fam’ly had all turned away,
Only I saw the pine coffin rocking.

I should have cried “Halt! I believe she’s alive!”
I should have said something, dear Nellie,
But, alas, all I knew was at quarter past five,
Ireland were playing on the telly.