And pray for Caoch O'Leary."
With Pinch I watched his bed that night;
Next day his wish was granted,—
He died, and Father James was brought,
And the requiem mass was chanted.
The neighbours came;—we dug his grave,
Near Eily, Kate, and Mary,
And there he sleeps his last sweet sleep,—
God rest you, Caoch O'Leary!
J. Keegan.