Scoil: Cill Mhic Abaidh, An Léim (uimhir rolla 11245)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. (gan teideal) (ar lean)

   “My horsey is white altho' at first he was bay...”

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   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

   

   Tras-scríofa ag duine dár meitheal tras-scríbhneoirí deonacha.

   Stair Athraigh

   Teanga

   Béarla

   Faisnéiseoir

   Tadhg Ó Muirthuille

   Inscne

   Fireann

   Seoladh

   Cill Pháidín, Co. Chorcaí