Lyrics
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?
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?
