garryowen

Old Garryowen started growling again at Bloom that was skeezing round the door.

Billy jogged off, leading Garryowen, and Jim watched them half wistfully for a minute before turning to the car.

And Garryowen's been groomed till he turns pale at the sight of a brush, Great horse he's made, Mr. Jim.

I'd be as easy from that hour as if I never crossed your threshold at Garryowen!