When I Was On Horseback

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?