The Galway Races

As I rode down to Galway town to seek for recreation On the seventeenth of August my heart was elevated There were multitudes aembled with their tickets at the station Me eyes began to dazzle and I'm going to see the races With me whack-fa-the-da-for-the-diddle-ee-iddle-day There were passengers from Limerick and passengers from Nenagh The boys of Connemara and the flair of married Ladies There were people from Cork City who were loyal true and faithful Who brought home the Fenian prisoners from dying in foreign nations It's there you'll see the pipers and the fiddlers competing The nimble footed dancers a-tripping o'er the daisies There were others crying cigars and lights and bills for all the races Colours of the jockeys and the prize and horses' ages. It's there you'll see the jockeys and they're mounted out 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. There was half a million people there from all denominations The Catholic, the Protestant, the Jew, and Presbyterian There was yet no animosity, no matter what persuasion But sportsman's hospitality and induce of fresh acquaintance.