In death Il;l face God as a sinner One night dark walking along As each in our time we will do, A lane onto its end, And if for now of my sins I don't worry A neighbour walked up to a house At that time each one I'll heartily rue! To call upon a friend.
But I'm hoping he'll be judging me kindly, The neighbour was new, his friends wife too When me to account He does call, Had arrived not long ago, For I as a sinner have failings... And friendship new as neighbours do And sure I'm Irish and all! They called on one another each other to know.I often think... if God is Islamic! And as he approached the house, And as Im cast to Hell as I don't believe He wondered at how strange shadows moves, In things like the Koran and Mohammed It looked as if it were a hearse,
Because circumstances me did deceive... And all of a sudden a sound of hooves, The opportunities for sin I'd have missed And a wall through at terrific speed, The excesses in life I could've enjoyed, Driven by a horseman with no head,
The bills I'd never have bothered paying, A hearse up through the fields fleed And the devious schemes I could've employed! To Old Clonbroney with its dead.Its one thing to go to eternal damnation Our hero stood there shaking, Having enjoyed to the full both life and sin, Wondered if he imaged was what he had seen, Twould be a shame to be cast away to the flame When the woman opened the door to the house, Without enough wrong to have beforehand indulged in! Asked where the horses had been? He raced into the house so fast,