The Ballad of Ronnie's Mare

You can sing of all your sport'n hero's

Like Mr. (McGranderas)

But there's a horse in the county of Wicklow

That's beaten all of the best

The slowest humper, the lowest jumper

The great for a straw 'round the park

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 (Graystone'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'

In pulling a big old wee cart

In the (Bardeby) bar boys talked of the horse show

One said she ought to be showed

She was (chiltered) and trained by the two Heaven's boys

And the grass by the side of the road

Though she won 'm in Dublin without any troublin'

Next day she was back in the cart

Joe Sweeny the puncher 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

Well, the boys where there to lay out the ready's

And cheer the horse past the post

But when Fox had a look at the competition

He tottened as white as a ghost

We'll have some hassle to beat Willy Castle

Says Ronnie "(fuck you sake)"

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