Pre-deceased by her parents, James and Delia, son Seamus, sisters May and Sr Teresa, brothers Mike, Seamus and Eugene: Mrs Whelan passed away peacefully, surrounded by her loving family at her daughter’s residence.
Her passing is most deeply regretted, sadly missed and lovingly remembered by her sorrowing family; husband Paddy, daughters Teresa and Marie, son Pat, son-in-law Paddy, daughter-in-law Joanne, adoring grandchildren Cait, Aine and Daniel, sister-in-law Anne, nephews, nieces, extended relatives, neighbours and many friends.
For those persons who are unable to attend the funeral service for Mrs Whelan, same can be viewed streamed live online, HERE.
The extended Whelan family wish to express their appreciation for your understanding at this difficult time, and have made arrangements for those persons wishing to send messages of condolence, to use the link shown HERE.
Vocals: American singer-songwriter TanyaTucker. Lyrics:TanyaTucker; Twin musicians Phil Hanseroth and Tim Hanseroth and American singer-songwriter Brandi Carlile.
Bring My Flowers Now.
Bring my flowers now, while I’m livin’, I won’t need your love when I’m gone. Don’t spend time, tears, or money on my old breathless body, If your heart is in them flowers, bring ’em on.
Chorus Bring my flowers now, while I’m livin’, I won’t need your love when I’m gone. Don’t spend time, tears, or money on my old breathless body, If your heart is in them flowers, bring ’em on.
All the miles cast a long shadow, I’d take a couple back if I could. I’d’ve learned to play guitar, Told my daddy more I loved him, And I believe, for the most part, I done good. There’s always sunrise and rainbows and babies, And the little things I cherish on my way. Even though one day, They’ll bury me and Jesse Ray, I just know we’re gonna ride again someday.
Repeat Chorus The days are long, but the years are lightning, They’re bright and they will never strike again. I wish I’d been a better friend, a better daughter to my mother, There’s no goin’ back when your back’s against the wind. So if you got love, then you’re sittin’ on a gold mine, And you can’t take it with you when you go. So don’t wait to help your sister, Forgive your brother and your neighbour, We all think we got the time until we don’t.
Repeat Chorus If your heart is in them flowers, ah bring ’em on.
Pre-deceased by her husband Jim, sister Maura (Walsh) and brother Paddy; Mrs Fogarty passed away peacefully at her place of residence, surrounded by her loving family.
Her passing is most deeply regretted, sadly missed and lovingly remembered by her sorrowing family; Pat, Michael, Séamus, Kathryn, John and Réidín, brother Tommy, grandchildren James, Henry, Ellie May, Rory, Luke, Jock, Fionn, Orán, Conn, Shea, J.P., Andrea, Conor, Amy, Cillín, Eoin, Dean, Robyn, Rianne, great-grandchildren Ava, Philippa, Sadhbh, Caoilinn, daughters-in-law, Tina, Mary, Kate, Antoinnette, sons-in-law Andy and John, nephews, nieces, grand-nephews, grand-nieces, extended relatives, neighbours and dear friends.
For those persons who are unable to attend the funeral service for Mrs Fogarty, same can be viewed streamed live online, HERE.
The extended Fogarty and Egan families wish to express their appreciation for your understanding at this difficult time, and have made arrangements for those persons wishing to send messages of condolence, to use the link shown HERE.
Note Please: Family flowers only. Donations in lieu, if desired, to Milford Hospice.
A double entendre is a figure of speech that is open to two interpretations; a way of wording a double meaning; one of which is obvious and the other which conveys a message that could be regarded as socially unacceptable or indeed, to some people, as being offensive, were it to be stated directly.
The late great British actor and comedian Kenneth Williams (1926-1988) must surely have been the best exponent of this art, through his many radio broadcasts (Round the Horne), and films (the “Carry On” series), which still today give us all much laughter.
The Ballad of the Woggler’s Moulie.
Vocals: British actor and comedian the late Kenneth Williams(1926-1988)
The Ballad of the Woggler’s Moulie.
Joe he was a young cordwangler, Monging greebles he did go, And he loved a bogler’s daughter, By the name of Chiswick Flo. Vain she was and like a grusset, Though her ganderparts were fine, But she sneered at his cordwangle, As it hung upon the line.
So he stole a woggler’s moulie, For to make a wedding ring, But the Bow Street Runners caught him, And the Judge said you will swing. Oh they hung him by the postern, Nailed his moulie to the fence, For to warn all young cordwanglers, That it was a grave offence.
There’s a moral to this story, Though your cordwangle be poor, Keep your hands off others moulies, For it is against the law.
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