It May Not Be By Cashman's Hill

It may not be by Cashman's Hill far north and far away From this far southern Country my bones will forever lay But to me it will not matter when the life from me has gone Until the Reaper's scythe I cannot avoid I will keep living on. What happens to my last remains I can't say I much care Of where they lay forever more the dead are not aware My parents lay by Cashman's Hill the family grave is there Though it won't cause me loss of sleep to think I might lay elsewhere. It may not be by Cashman's Hill myself I do repeat That I will lay forever more in the Tanyard of Millstreet I hope I have a peaceful end that's all I wish for me And the rest of my life enjoy, death's for eternity. It may not be by Cashman's Hill I will rest forever more It may be in this Southern Land far south of Hibernia's shore And whether I am cremated or buried to decay What happens to my last remains will not matter either way.