Coursing is barbaric.

Regardless of the rights and wrongs of fox-hunting- a fox killed 10 of our pet hens a couple of nights ago – and angling, I’m pleased to see that our environment minister Angela Smith has announced that:
The temporary ban on the killing, taking or sale of Irish hares has been renewed in Northern Ireland.

  • mickhall

    As hunting with dogs has been mentioned, forgive me but I have a question about drag hunting or rather a famous dog Ringwood owned by Connie Doyle, a member of Cork City’s Fairhill Harriers during the early part of the 20th Century. (maybe 1920s) I have been told the dog had a song written about it under its non de guerre, The Armoured Car. Has anyone ever heard this song or have any info on the dog, club or Connie Doyle.…

  • Henry94

    According to my Cork wife Connie Dolye gets a mention in a Cork song called “Dear Old City by the Lee”. I can’t find the lyrics online but I’m going to Cork for Christmas so I’ll try to get someone to sing it for me.

    This is the only reference I can find online.

    The first drag was probably held at the beginning of the 20th.
    Century. A whole mythology has grown up around the hounds and their exploits. The sound of harriers baying is known as “music”. A famous dog which ran drags from 1921 to 1926 was Ringwood, better known as “The Ar-
    moured Car”. This celebrated animal had immense stamina, great pace, a mellow “tongue” and was bred by Connie Doyle, of the Northern Harriers,

    “When outshone the evening star
    Who was running out in front
    And he leading the hunt?
    It was Doyle’s Armoured Car!”

    I’ll ask around about that too. They love when you show an interest in Cork. They take it as a sign of sophistication.

  • Henry94

    Just found the lyrics of Armoured Car

  • Henry94

    The link doesn’t work. Here you go

    Come all my good friends and around me attend
    You can listen to my song
    You must appreciate a hound so great
    To the sport that you belong
    No land or title did he ever own
    And he cared nought for whom you are
    He was bred and trained by the boys of Fairhill
    And they called him the Armoured Car

    Facts to you I’ll disclose, he had a checkproof nose
    And he never yet lost a hunt
    He had cast-iron jaws and steel-padded paws
    Every nail was like an iron bar
    From one mile to ten, he would never give in
    If you ran him from here to Castlebar
    Small wonder, gentlemen, that the boys of Fairhill
    Used to call him the Armoured Car

    In the year of twenty one when he started to run
    Having surveyed the country all round
    He sent a sworn declaration to the Harriers Association
    That he cared not for man, hare or hound
    And he swore right then that if he didn’t win
    To Fairhill he’d never repair
    And I’m sure the British fleet they would have to retreat
    From Doylie’s old Armoured Car

    ‘Twas on the green fields of Gurranabraher he first declared war
    On his terrible Southern foes
    And he swore once again that if he didn’t win
    To Fairhill he never would go
    Coming down Scrivens’s farm he raised the alarm
    Saying, I wonder where the other hounds are
    And loud and high you could hear the cry
    Of Doylie’s Armoured Car

    At the Battle of Waterloo well they all well knew
    How he laid the enemy low
    When they thought he was done from the heat of the sun
    And the armour on fire would go
    To the finish from the start he broke the Blarney dogs’ heart
    From the flags sure he took them afar
    When a shout from Séan – carr’ ahead, Ceolán!
    Take the place of the Armoured Car

    He stormed Timoleague nearly causing a plague
    For he fought till the sands grew dark
    And the country people round, they had got terror bound
    When for light, faith, there wasn’t a spark
    The judges growing tired were soon inspired
    When out shone the evening star
    Who should be coming to the front and he leading the hunt
    But Doylie’s old Armoured Car

    When the Free State bill was framed and peace proclaimed
    And the country slumbered in repose
    North, South, East and West, he couldn’t be suppressed
    For he cared not for man or foe
    When the Black and Tans and the Saxon gangs
    For England sailed afar
    With all their guns and rap, sure never could they capture
    Doylie’s Armoured Car

    Now here is my glass and around may it pass
    As we drink in bonds of love
    Here’s to every hand that mine can expand
    And to those up in heaven above
    Here’s to every hound who knows his ground
    No matter where they are
    ‘Twould be Connie Doyle’s delight if every dog here tonight
    Had a heart like the Armoured Car

    (as sung by Jimmy Crowley)

  • mickhall


    Thanks for your reply, im really grateful, the reason I asked was Connie Doyle was my wife’s Grand-mothers brother. I would be interested in any thing else you find out about this.



  • steven humphreys

    my father in law had this song on tape, but it got stolen about 2 weeks ago. Any idea’s who sang it? lor where i can get it for him?