No Irish wake would be complete without someone singing "The Old Bog Road", especially the last verse:

Ah! Life's a weary puzzle,
past finding out by man.
I take the day for what it's worth,
and do the best I can.
Since noone cares a rush for me,
what needs to make a moan,
I go my way and draw my pay,
and smoke my pipe alone,
Each human heart must know its grief,
tho' little be their load.
So God be with you, Ireland,
and the Old Bog Road.

Followed by a general chorus of "Sure, he/she always loved that one..." and a round of fresh drinks and reminiscences.