When I Was On Horseback When I was on horseback wasn’t I pretty When I was on horseback wasn’t I gay O 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 Let each jolly soldier take a bunch of red roses Then for to smell them as we go 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 For I’m a young soldier that never done wrong