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

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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 Graystones 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

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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

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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

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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 your sake)"

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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

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Performed by The Dubliners.