Death Notice: Margaret Casey, Tooreenbawn

The death has taken place on Tuesday 28th February 2012 of Margaret Casey (née Duggan), of Tooreenbawn, Millstreet. Removal this evening (Thursday 1st March) at 8pm from Tarrants Funeral Home to St.Patricks Church, Millstreet. Requiem Mass on tomorrow Friday at 12 noon, with burial afterwards to the adjoining Cemetery.

2 thoughts on “Death Notice: Margaret Casey, Tooreenbawn”

  1. On our life’s journey for us many a dawn
    When Margaret left Claraghatlea for Tooreenbawn
    To marry Michael Casey a good man
    Her new life close to Mushera she began

    In Tooreenbawn four miles from Millstreet Town
    Within view of Mushera in his cloak of brown
    She raised four children got on with her life
    In her new challenge of mother and wife

    In her younger years quite lovely to behold
    She did not live for to grow very old
    A crippling stroke from her took most of her quality of life away
    And at sixty nine she lived her last night and day

    She may have lived and died as one unsung
    But when mum was ill she took care of us when we were young
    The job of mother on her young shoulders fell
    Of an easy life poor Margaret could not tell

    Our best of memories can move us to tears
    When I think of Margaret and the bygone years
    I do feel sad of that why should i lie
    Though the happiest memories in us till we die

    In Millstreet now not much for one like me
    So many there i knew i would not see
    Good memories of them are all that remain
    Though the mental pictures of them i retain

    In the old Millstreet Town cemetery at peace now Margaret lay
    From the homes she loved not very far away
    From Claraghatlea where she looked on her first dawn
    And from her marriage home in higher Tooreenbawn.

    “Margaret” is a poem by Francis Duggan about his sister.


  2. On the last time i saw Margaret and Michael the cold winds of December did blow
    And the slopes of Mushera Mountain were white with big patches of snow
    I did not tell them i was leaving that from the Boggeraghs i would soon be miles away
    The word of farewell always has been for me a hard word for to say

    Since the last time i saw Michael and Margaret going back twenty eight years ago
    Tooreenbawn has been through many changes and time it has become my foe
    Though the high fields in view of old Mushera would not have changed with the passing of time
    The babies born in the mid nineteen eighties are now in their physical prime

    When last i saw Margaret and Michael deciduous trees of their leaves quite bare
    In December by the Boggeragh Ranges the days without rain are quite rare
    The migratory redwing thrushes were chirping on every bush, tree and hedgerow
    And the drains and streamlets full of brown rainwater down to the bank high river quickly did flow

    When last i saw Margaret and Michael the chill winds of December did blow
    Across the high fields in view of Mushera on weather cold enough to snow
    I little thought then that in parting that them i would never more see
    Their last remains at rest forever in Millstreet Town’s old Cemetery.

    “On The Last Time I Saw Margaret And Michael” is by Francis Duggan


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