The White Steed
Source: The Stone Fiddle by Paddy Tunney
Location: New Edition, page 173
My horse he was white although at first he was grey.
He took great delight in travelling by night and by day.
His travels were great if I could but the half of them tell.
He was rode in the Garden by Adam the day that he fell.
When banished from Eden, he strayed and has since lost his way.
With all his fatigues, it’s no wonder my horse he is grey.
At the time of the Flood, he was rode on by many a spark,
And his courage was great when Noah took him into the ark.
At the Babylon Plains he conquered that part of the globe.
And all his fatigue it would weary the patience of Job.
And the Battle of Issus my horse he was first in the fray,
And with bold Alexander commander he carried the day.
My horse got no ease from fatigue when his rider did fall.
He was mounted again by brave Scorpio who did him extoll.
On that great day at Zama fierce Hannibal fled in dismay,
And the Captains of Carthage my horse threw them into the say.