"To the memory of Constable Ambrose Reidy, Clifden, Co. Galway, where he died a few months ago. He served in the Dunmanway District, Cork W.R."
In pensive mood I often think
On comrades past and gone,
But one is always in my mind
Whenever I'm alone;
I knew him in the prime of life,
Not many months ago;
It makes my heart grieve now to think
That Ambrose is laid low.
His form was the manliest -
Most gracious in the hall;
His heart the readiest to respond
To duty's noble call.
A brave, true hearted friend he was,
So loyal and so kind;
To praise your virtues he was first,
To faults the longest blind.
The memory of him will oft
When struggling through this life,
Guide me safe through its thorny paths,
Its paths of sins and strife.
Could any man that ever lived
A nobler story tell,
When dying, than this simple one -
"I did my duty well,
I never injured any man,
I loved and served my God;
Thanks to Him, now, I left no stain,
Upon the path I trod!"
Light lie the turf upon his grave,
May gentle winds it fan;
He was the noblest work of God -
An honest, upright man.