Oh, hear a tale of magic deeds,
Sing Toorily Oorily Aye!
Oh, hear a tale of magic deeds,
An Irish lass with curious needs,
Transformed her family into steeds,
Without ever telling them why, them why!
Without ever telling them why!


Her father had a love of beer,
Sing Toorily Oorily Aye!
Her father had a love of beer,
Turned to a Shire horse, so I hear:
Now he pulls beer-carts all the year:
From a bucket he sups when he's dry, he's dry!
From a bucket he sups when he's dry!


She caught big brother with a maid,
Sing Toorily Oorily Aye!
She caught big brother with a maid,
A magic word and they whinnied and neighed:
Now with sweet straw their bed'll be made:
A matched mare and stallion, oh my, oh my!
A matched mare and stallion, oh my!


Her mother went out to gather flowers,
Sing Toorily Oorily Aye!
Her mother went out to gather flowers,
She never returned though they searched for hours:
Turned to a horse by her daughter's powers,
Before she could utter a cry, a cry!
Before she could utter a cry!


Her flirting sister she did not fail
Sing Toorily Oorily Aye!
Her flirting sister she did not fail
Gifting her with a filly's tail!
Now she courts four-legged males,
With her tail held invitingly high, held high!
With her tail held invitingly high!


Her younger brother, he loved to play,
Sing Toorily Oorily Aye!
Her younger brother, he loved to play,
So a foal she made of him one fine day!
Now he can kick up his heels all day,
Under his mother's eye, her eye!
Under his mother's eye.


At last a vengeful mob came 'round,
Sing Toorily Oorily Aye!
At last a vengeful mob came 'round:
A piebald mare is all they found.
A filly's neigh her only sound:
Far better be equine than die, than die!
Far better be equine than die!