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 City And met with my downfall on the fourteenth of May?
Six jolly soldiers to carry my coffin, Six jolly soldiers to march by my side, It's six jolly soldiers take a bunch of red roses Well for to smell them as we go along.
Beat the drums slowly and play the pipes lowly 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 City And met with my downfall on the fourteenth of May?