Molly Murphy Poem by Francis Duggan

As a child and a teenager she would have heard the male snipe on a Spring night
Under the cloak of darkness in his courtship flight
With his tail feathers make a drumming sound
As above his breeding territory he flies around and around
But her future in life was to be lived elsewhere
And as a young woman Molly Murphy left Shanaknuck for the big World out there
Like many in life she had her happy times and sad
And like most she learned to cope with the good and the bad
But not far from Shanaknuck where she knew of laughter and shed her first tears
In Mallow she did live out her twilight years
Not far from Shanaknuck where she first looked on the lamp of day
By Cashman's Hill in St Mary's Molly Murphy's last remains lay
For all of us from life a final release
And four kilometers from her first home may she rest in peace.