My cousin Catherine- a talented young woman, wrote this for after Granny's Mass:
Friends and family one and all
For your attention I now call
We're all assembled from afar
And quelle surprise we're in a bar
But digressions I foreswear
Instead I call you if you dare.
To raise a toast to our dear Gran
The matriarch of this wild clan
Fado in '17 was born
One Ellen Murphy in Skehorn
She married Eddie and was blessed
With half a dozen of the best
Of Daughters ever to be got
Between a byre and a milking pot
And sons as well we must agree
that she was glad to see those three
In less enlightened times than these
A son was reckoned the bee’s knees
Another girl and truth to tell
They worshipped baby Gabrielle
The children grew as children do.
And multiplied before she knew
it, Gran had grandchildren galore
she lost count when she had two score
Great grandchildren did next appear
and all hold granny very dear.
Recall with deep and great affection
the apple cake baked to perfection
the box of goslings by the stove
bacon , complan soda loaves
birthday cards sent faithfully
even when you're thirty three .
Its true to say her tongue is sharp
and she delights to rip apart
the self-important and the smug ;
she’s better yet than any drug .
Though all of us have cringed and said
I’ll put a muzzle on her head
but we still love to hear her speil
cause Granny Moore is the real deal
Granny may you gad for years ,
reducing bishops to salt tears
devotion going every day
to fine gael an GAA.
And so my friends get off your asses
lift your cups and raise your glasses
salute the health of stroppy gran
and to a woman , child and man
think of her with love and say
God speed her safely home this day
In addition, my cousin Kevin's tribute was shown:
Kevin's tribute
And a good time was had by all...
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