Galway Races

With me whack fol-de-doo fol-de-did-de-ree-ang-le day...

As I rode up to Galway town to seek for recreation

On the seventeenth of august my mind been elevated

There were multitudes assembled with their tickets at the station

My eyes began to dazzle and they going to see the races

With me whack fol-de-doo fol-de-didderee-angle day...

There were passengers from Limerick and passengers from Nenagh

And passengers from Dublin and sportsmen from Tipperary

There were passengers from Kerry and all the quarters of the nation

And our member, Mr Haweigh, for to join the Galway Blazers

With me whack fol-de-doo fol-de-didderee-angle day...

It's there you'll see the pipers and the fiddlers competing

And the nimble footed dancers and they tripping on the daisies

There was others shouting "Cigars and lights and bills for all the races

With the colours of the jockeys and the price and horses' ages"

With me whack fol-de-doo fol-de-didderee-angle day...

It's there you'll see the jockeys and they mounted on so stately

The pink, the blue, the orange and green, the emblem of our nation

When the bell was rung for starting all the horses seemed impatient

I thought they never stood on ground, their speed was so amazing

With me whack fol-de-doo fol-de-didderee-angle day...

There was half a million people there of all denominations

The Catholic, the Protestant, the Jew and Presbyterian

There was yet no animosity, no matter what persuasion

But failte and hospitality inducing Mister Paisley.

With me whack fol-de-doo fol-de-didderee-angle day

And with me whack fol-de-doo fol-de-didderee-angle day...

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