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It was with great sadness that we learned of the death, yesterday Saturday 2nd September 2023, of Mr Robert (Bobby) Ryan, Southview Upper, Irishtown, Clonmel, Co. Tipperary and late of Ballinacloughy, Mullinahone, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.
Pre-deceased by his brother Stephan and sister Maureen; Mr Ryan passed away peacefully after a long illness most bravely bourne, and while in the care of Tipperary University Hospital, Clonmel, Co. Tipperary.
His passing is most deeply regretted and sadly missed by his wife Catherine, brother Michael, sisters Linda, Ann, Tracy, Margaret and Pauline, brothers-in-law, sister-in-law, nephews, nieces, extended relatives neighbours and friends.
Requiescat in Pace.
Funeral Arrangements.
The earthly remains of Mr Ryan will repose at Donoghue’s Funeral Home, Kickham Street, Clonmel, Co. Tipperary (E91 PK19) on Tuesday evening September 5th, from 6:00pm until 8:00pm.
His remains will be received into the Church of St. Michael, Mullinahone, Thurles (E41 EW94) on Wednesday morning at 11:20am, to further repose for Requiem Mass at 11:30am, followed by interment immediately afterwards in St. Michael’s cemetery, Killaghy, Mullinahone, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.
The extended Ryan 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.
Note Please: Family Flowers only. Donations in lieu, if desired, to the North Tipperary MS Branch.
Ar dheis Dé go raibh a anam dílis.
  
The Dying Rebel.
Vocals: Irish singer, songwriter, historian, Derek Warfield, a former member of the musical group The Wolfe Tones.
Lyrics: Original author unknown.
The following rebel song tells the story of an Irish freedom fighter listening to the last words of his comrade, who lies dying on a Dublin street. When the wounded man’s father arrives at the scene seeking his son’s whereabouts, he is informed, “there’s no use in searching, your son to heaven has gone.”
The ballad is set during Easter 1916, and according to one version the dying man came from Co. Tipperary with the song rendition containing the following lines:-
“The first I saw was a wounded soldier,
Lying, dying, as he feebly cried,
‘God bless our home in sweet Tipperary.
God bless the cause for I am dying’
My only son was shot in Dublin,
Fighting for his country bold,
He died for Ireland, and Ireland only,
The Harp and Shamrock, Green, White and Gold”.
Some years later, a four-verse version of this ballad was published, written in a Dublin journal; then known as “The Bell”, latter which ceased publication in 1954. Same publication was an outspoken liberal voice at a time of great political and intellectual stagnation.
The article containing this four-verse version was written by Donagh MacDonagh, latter son of Tipperary-born political activist, poet, playwright, educationalist and revolutionary leader Thomas MacDonagh, one of the signatories of the 1916 Proclamation, who was executed on Wednesday May 3rd, 1916.
The Dying Rebel
The night was dark and the fight was over,
The moon shone down O’Connell Street,
I stood alone, where brave men perished,
Those men have gone, their God to meet.
[Chorus]
My only son was shot in Dublin,
Fighting for his country bold,
He fought for Ireland, and Ireland only,
The harp and shamrock, green white and gold.
The first I met was a grey haired father,
Searching for his only son,
I said old man, there’s no use searching,
For up to heaven, your son has gone.
[Repeat Chorus]
The old man cried out broken hearted,
Bending low I heard him say,
I knew my son was too kind hearted,
I knew my son would never yield.
[Repeat Chorus]
The last I met was a dying rebel,
Bending low I heard him say,
God bless my home, in dear Cork City,
And bless the cause for which I die.
[Repeat Chorus]
END.
The Old Man
Lyrics: Irish musician, songwriter and record producer from Derry, Northern Ireland, Phil Coulter.
Vocals: Irish folk band ‘The Fureys’, originally formed in 1974, from Ballyfermot, Dublin, and Irish folk singer, originally from Co. Donegal, Davy Arthur.
The Old Man
The tears have all been shed now,
We’ve said our last goodbyes.
His soul’s been blest,
He’s laid to rest,
And it’s now I feel alone.
He was more then just a father,
A teacher, my best friend,
He can still be heard,
In the tunes we’ve shared,
When we played them on our own.
Oh I’ll never will forget him,
For he made me what I am.
Though he may be gone,
Memories linger on,
I miss my old man.
As a boy, he’d take me walking,
Through mountains, field, and stream,
And he’d show me things,
Not know to kids,
And secrets between him and me.
Like the colors of the pheasant,
As he rises in the dawn,
And how to fish, and make a wish,
Beside a holy tree.
Oh, I’ll never will forget him,
For he made me what I am.
Though he may be gone,
Memories linger on,
I miss my old man.
I thought he’d live forever,
Sure he seemed so big and strong,
But the minutes fly,
And the years roll by,
For a father and a son,
And suddenly when it happened,
There was so much left unsaid,
No second chance to tell him thanks,
For everything he’d done.
Oh, I’ll never will forget him,
For he made me what I am,
Though he may be gone,
Memories linger on,
I miss my old man.
End
It was with great sadness that we learned of the death, today Saturday 2nd September 2023, of Mrs Anne Minihan (née Dundon), Abbey Road, Thurles, Co. Tipperary, and formerly Iona Avenue, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.
Pre-deceased by her husband Brian; Mrs Minihan passed away peacefully surrounded by her loving family, while in the care of staff at the Community Hospital of the Assumption, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.
Her passing is most deeply regretted and sadly missed by her daughters Deirdre, Michelle and Aileen, adored grandchildren Angharad, Peter, Merly, Lotte and Ben, son-in-law Mark, Michelle’s partner Angus, brothers Pat and Michael, sister Eileen (Hynes), nephews, nieces, brothers-in-law, sisters-in-law, extended relatives, neighbours and a wide circle of friends.
Requiescat in Pace.
Funeral Arrangements.
The earthly remains of Mrs Minihan will repose at Hugh Ryan’s Funeral Home, Slievenamon Road, Thurles on Tuesday afternoon, September 5th, from 5:00pm until 7:00pm, before being received into the Cathedral of the Assumption, Cathedral Street, Thurles, at 7.45pm same evening.
Requiem Mass for Mrs Minihan will be celebrated on Wednesday morning, September 6th, at 11:00am, followed by interment immediately afterwards in St. Patrick’s Cemetery, Moyne Road, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.
For those persons who are unable to attend the funeral service for Mrs Minihan, same can be viewed, streamed live online HERE.
The extended Minihan 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.
Ar dheis Dé go raibh a h-anam dílis.
Visiting Hours.
This song possibly sums up the sincere wishes of many in our Tipperary community, following a devastating week which witnessed unprecedented tragedies on our county roads.
Vocals: English singer-songwriter Ed Sheeran.
Lyrics: Written by Amy Wadge, Ant Clemons, Ed Sheeran, Johnny McDaid, Kim Lang Smith, Michael Pollack and Scott Carter.
Visiting Hours.
I wish that heaven had visiting hours,
I could just show up and bring the news.
She’s gettin’ old and I wish that you’d met her.
The things that she’ll learn from me, I got them all from you.
I just stay a while and we’ll put all the world to rights?
The little ones will grow and I’ll still drink your favorite wine,
They’re going to close, but I’ll see you another day.
So much has changed since you’ve been away.
I wish that heaven had visiting hours,
I could just swing by and ask your advice.
What would you do in my situation? I haven’t a clue how I’d even raise them.
What would you do? ‘you would always do what’s right.
We just talk a while until my worries disappear?
I’d tell you that I’m scared of turnin’ out a failure.
You’d say, “Remember that the answer’s in the love that we create”.
So much has changed since you’ve been away.
I wish that heaven had visiting hours,
And I would ask them if I could take you home,
But I know what they’d say, that it’s for the best.
So I will live life the way you taught me, and make it on my own,
But I will close the door, but I will open up my heart,
Everyone I love will know exactly who you are,
‘Cause this is not goodbye, it is just ’til we meet again.
So much has changed since you’ve been away.
END
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