Written over a case of Port and Sherry,
buried in my garden at Ballinamona.
They who thro' life were held most dear,
Untouched by death, lie buried here;
Unlike the rest of mortals, they
Despise the fate of vulgar clay:
For when their sepulchre is burst,
No eye shall view them with disgust,
And when they rise again to light
Their ghosts, no sinners shall affright;
But even the sexton will have sport;For one is Sherry, and the other Port.