I will post the words to Maureen Monahan here. A Monahan wrote me and said how did you know? I didn't know but his mother was in that same situation.. I might forget some of the words. Tune Wearing of the Green.

My name is Maureen Monahan my age is 93
I have a little baby that they never brought to me
It might have been a daughter it might have been a son
I never got to see it so it could be either one.

If a boy I named you Paddy if a girl I named you Clare
And yes you have a father and his name is Jack O'Hare.
And for you old Mother Ireland how could you use us so
When we were young and pregnant and had no where else to go

Babies in their little cribs and children eight or nine
All starving in their little cribs???? and one of them was mine
And when they drew their final breath in those buildings dark and dank
They were wrapped up in their little shrouds? and thrown in the septic tank

So farewell little Paddy and farewell little Clare
If I had known what might have happened I'd have never left you there
I'd have sold myself for pennies to sailors on the street
But by God and all that's holy you'd have had enough to eat.