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
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 City

And met with my downfall on the fourteenth of May?