I remember long ago at funerals 'tis all common cars you'd see. No such think as a springcar at all. Bray cars and they all full of Women.
Now the women are too proud to go. You'd never see any women at a funeral now.
In my grandfather's time they used to ride on horseback, the man and woman. The woman on a pillion behind the man.

The door it yielded to the foeman free
At last with crash and groan;
Rushed in that rugged companie
Alien to sigh or swoon.Fetch him down McBride and Bray
From out his rebel sty
And now you'll yon some sport and play
And how rebel fears to dieMossy McBride and young Jack Bray
Found Ned crouching in his pen:
"Be still you're safe from them today;
We've sworn United Men"With thunderous sound and oaths ablaze
They search each nook and cranny
"No Sir, no rebel form, we'll engage,
Is hiding here, by ganny""Down, you dog and cut that whine
You lying Papish lout
I'll send two men who won't decline
To bolt your rebel out

many a wan o' them that id sell his sowl nearly for a bottle o' whiskey, an God between us an harm wastnt this poor fella that I'm tellin ye about nearly is bad is any o' them.
Its the thruth I'm tellin ye, washtnt he within in a public house in Rivershtown wan night, wit a crowd o' the lads, an' it seems the money went a bit scarce between them anyway, an' they felt that they hadn't half enough dhrank. an fot di ye think if our man washtn't a bit handy (ah Boboo) an' he didn't shlip a fine naggin' into his over coat pocket when there was no wan lookin', an' himsel an' a few more o' the lads shlipped out wit it, an' went away to some quiet spot an' dhrank it.
Well it washtnt too long afther until the fella died (Lord have Mercy on every poor sowl) an o' courche the whiskey was never paid for. An it was a [UNCLEAR] months afther he died when wan dark night, wan o' the fellas that helped him ta dhrink it, was comin' home from ramblin down "Shlatterys bray" (In the townland of Doongeela) when he walked out on the road before him (Lord save us an bless us, in the habit that he died in) an' he sthood before the man.

And on Zion's lilied pastures meekly led; How cruel was hath smoothed his wrinkled face, Restored his captives and his slaves set free, His gilded armour changed, the shine to grace, And the trumpet's bray to pleasing psalmody.
We will show how Agnes -- that sweet and gentle child, Whose very name bespeaks what's good and mild -- While hardened men in tender pity stand, And children wailing clutch their mother's hand, While the married wonder or swoon away in fears, And maidens melt in sympathetic tears, While stands the headsmen irresolutely there, Loathe to lop a flower so young and fair, She, tho' barely thirteen summers run, Prodigal of the honeyed sweetness of her youth, With heart released from earthly ties; and won, By love of god, of virtue and of truth, Rejecting life, and wealth and springtide bloom, Hastens thro' death to meet her Heaven by groom;
How the poor blind becilia first oped her eyes, To gage in bliss on Him beyond the grave,

ah Cooney was a master hand to keep the water in.IV
Oft in Laghuon he raised the fun but scarcely had the fair begun
Lo see his darling children run with droves of hairy asses
A donkey's age he'd tell you quick for Cooney you could never tric'k
His teeth he'd call an almamick to count the years that passes.V
Oh you'd think it was a ruction when commenced the asses auction
He of all the tinker faction had it first and foremost.
Red and shaggy, raw and bony, faith he made a power of money.
And his voice was sweet as honey when an ass would roar most.VI
He'd engage its truest age to the very day
And somehow he would often know by its very bray.
Would you pass a car ass that would pull a dray

Raised his baritone voice in a terrible bray
I dropped in my carriage and fainted away
Whilst my bodyguard laughed at my ludicrous rig."
"I'll get Millar to sentence that ass" said the wig "and depend
It would make any dacint Wig's hair stand on end
To hear such a tale of oppression and greed
If I'd such a thing as a heart it would bleed,
To think of what anguish and pain may ensue
For the act of one man, Oh I grieve not for you.
But for people to whom you gave sorrow and woe
Whose hearts you have scattered whose roofs you've laid low.
And out on the country e'en beggars you sent
For refusing to pay an exorbitant rent.
Old man you're now laid on the head of your grave
And shortly above it the rank weeds must wave
But before you depart for that dimly known land
Where everyone goes to be saved or be damned
Repent for the evils you've done here below,
Bring gladness and joy where ere this you brought woe
Do this and in salt tears your grave they will dig and rest you in honour Good night" said the Wig.The following verse should come in after "There