The Wild Gray Horse

The Wild Gray Horse
Mary, fisherman's daughter
Come down to the water with me,
And we'll walk awhile together
By the side of the Irish Sea,

And we'll talk awhile together
Of what we two can build:
A house for our sons and our daughters
Here in the Irish hills.

         Oh, he was the king of the wild horse band
         But she was the soul of Ireland ~
         And I'll ride the wild gray horse, said she,
         Till the day that Ireland's free.

Mary, fisherman's daughter
Go down to the churchyard tonight,
Go and hide the rebel plotters
Out of England's sight,

And we'll make peace between us
Though I be a pagan king:
I'll bow my head to the Church, he said,
If you'll dance in a Faerie ring.

         Oh, he was the king of the wild horse band
         But she was the soul of Ireland ~
         And I'll ride the wild gray horse, said she,
         Till the day that Ireland's free.

Mary, fisherman's daughter
Your day has come and gone.
No more will you walk by the water
Though the war, it still goes on.

But one dark night in the churchyard
The strangest sight is seen:
A ghost-gray steed on a ghost girl's lead
When the old gods dare to dream.

         Oh, he was the king of the wild horse band
         But she was the soul of Ireland ~
         And I'll ride the wild gray horse, said she,
         Till the day that Ireland's free!

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