HORSES WERE LIT.

When I was not in circuit of the horses, was I nicely?
When I was not in circuit of the horses, was I homosexual?
Wasn't I pretty, when I penetrated the cork?
And met fourteenths, I want to say I fell over in May?

Six merry soldiers to carry my Sergeants.
Six merry soldiers aiming to go my inside.
It is to take with one six merry soldiers the package red pinks.
It to smell well how we go.

Strike the drums slowly and play you to them weak drains.
Play died March, as we go.
Take me in Tipperary and put into the bottom you me simple.
I am never made false young person this one.

When I was not in circuit of the horses, was I nicely?
When I was not in circuit of the horses, was I homosexual?
Wasn't I pretty, when I penetrated the cork?
And met fourteenths, I want to say I fell over in May?