The legend of the Kerry Bog Pony by Aidan Coleman Lyrics: Chris Foley
Soft through your favourite childhood dreams
Their faerie hoofbeats chime
Kerry Bog Ponies drift in view
From out the mists of time.
In quaking bogs unerringly
Would always give the lead-
And bring you safely through the mire-
This small and dainty steed.
Tireless this little friend
would work through every day
And dine on gorse and heathertops
To save the farmer's hay.
But flaxen manes and tails it seems
and coats like eastern spices
Or silver greys could not outshine
Abandoned, lost, neglected waifs
They felt the butcher's knife
The lovely creatures almost lost
Their flimsy hold on life.
Till all at once a kindly man
Whose name you may recall
Decided he would prove their worth
upon a mountain tall.
With fearless hearts undaunted
On Kerry's cliffs so bleak
They proved to all that they could scale
With gleaming stars upon each head
and moonbeams in their eyes
What pet's they'd make! it was agreed
For children of all size!
So Kerry Bog Ponies have survived
Descended from the band
Still here to bring us heart's delight
In fairest Kerry's land!
Taken at the same place as the Irish Wolfhound, here is a Kerry Bog Pony. The Kerry Bog Pony is a very old Mountain and Moorland breed of pony originating in Ireland, and traditionally used for hauling peat from the bogs, as well as for general work on small holdings. The breed has a reputation for gentle temperament and versatility, originally used as a small draft animal during the week but also to drive a family to church on Sunday.
I know, before you say it, the tip of the nose has been cut off - I just could not entice it to stop chewing the fence so gave up and took the shot anyway! I love its gentle expression behind that tangle of mane. Textures added for enhancement.
Thank you again for all your wonderful comments on the Irish Wolfhound.
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