When I was On Horseback

When I was on horseback, wasn't

I pretty?When

I was on horseback, wasn't

I gay?Wasn't

I pretty when

I entered

Cork CityAnd met with my downfall on the fourteenth of

May?Six jolly soldiers to carry my coffin

Six jolly soldiers to march by my side

And it's six jolly soldiers, take a bunch of red roses

Then for to smell them as we march along

Beat the drum slowly and play the pipes only

Play up the dead-march as we go along

And bring me to

Tipperary and lay me down easy

I am a young soldier that never done wrong

When I was on horseback, wasn't

I pretty?When

I was on horseback, wasn't

I gay?Wasn't

I pretty when

I entered

Cork CityAnd met with my downfall on the fourteenth of

May?