School: Cill Mhic Abaidh, An Léim (roll number 11245)

Location:
Kilmacabea, Co. Cork
Teacher:
Seán Ó Donnabháin
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    My horsey is white altho' at first he was bay...

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    When the news came to Troy with joy my horse he was found
    He crossed o'er the walls and entered the city I'm told
    They city being in flames by Hector's hard fate
    My horse took his lease and there no longer could wait
    I saw him in Spain again and he in full bloom
    With Hannibal the Great and he crossing the Alps into Rome
    My horse being tall and the tops of the Alps very high
    His rider did fall and Hannibal the Great lost an eye
    My horse got no ease from fatigue though his rider did fall
    He was mounted again by Hippo, (?) who did him extol
    On the African plains he next conquered that part of the globe
    My horse's fatigue would then try the patience of Job
    He was with Brian the brave when an Ulster man he had in command
    Who in thirty six battles drove the wild Danes from this land
    And in battle of Clontarf he fought on Good Friday all day
    And all that remained my horse drove them into the sea
    He was with King James when he sailed to the Irish Shore
    But alas he got lame when the Boyne's bloody battle was o'er

    And to tell you the truth for tis truth I like always to tell
    He was rode by St Ruth the day that at Aughrim he fell
    And Sarsfield the brave at the siege of Limerick town
    Had rode on my horse and crossed over the Shannon I'm told
    He was rode by the greatest of men at famed Waterloo
    And brave Daniel O'Connell long sat on his back it is true
    But for the sake of the young which Eire long patiently love
    He seems fatigued and he means to bard (?) no more
    Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.
    Language
    English
    Informant
    Tadhg Ó Muirthuille
    Gender
    Male
    Address
    Kilfadeen, Co. Cork