Irish traditional song lyrics — collected by Beer Belly Band.
You can sing of all your sport’n hero’s like Mr. McGrath and the rest
But there’s a horse in the county of Wicklow that’s beaten all of the best
The slowest humper, the lowest jumper and great for a stroll ’round the park
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The servant lasses, the upper classes and daughters of millionaires
They all appear from far and near for a ride on Ronnie’s mare
For a ride on Ronnie Drew’s mare
In Greystone’s town on a Sunday morning a crowd will always appear
To catch a glimpse of the famous mare they call the horse of the year
She’s the best at racin’, but sees no disgracin’
Pulling a big old milk cart
Chorus
In the Barnaby bar boys talked of the horse show and they said she ought to be showed
She was tutored and trained by the two Evans boys on the grass by the side of the road
Though she won up in Dublin without any troublin’,
Next day she was back in the cart
Chorus
Joe Sweeny the punter suggested one day they should enter her in for a race
So all was arranged, Billy Fox would be jockey and New Castle would be the place
But the boys all agreed it, even if she succeeded,
She’d go back to deliverin’ milk
Chorus
Well, the boys where there to lay out their ready’s and cheer the horse past the post
But when Fox had a look at the competition, he turned as white as a ghost
We’ll have some hassle to beat Willy Castle
Says Ronnie “for jeez sake!”
Chorus
The race it was tough, but the mare she was flyin’ they knew that she couldn’t loose
But in the midst of the celebrations arrived some tragic news
In her finest hour all the milk had gone sour
So now she was out of a job
Chorus