As I went down to Galway Town to seek for recreation On the seventeenth of August me mind being elevated The multitudes assembled with their tickets at the station And me eyes began to dazzle, I'm going to see the races
With me wack fol the do fol the diddle idle ay
There were passengers from Limerick and passengers from Nenagh Passengers from Dublin and sportsmen from Tipperary There were people from Cork City who were loyal, true and faithful Who brought home the Fenian prisoners from dying in foreign nations
With me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle ay
And it's there you'll see the pipers and the fiddlers competing The nimble-footed dancers and they trippin' on the daisies There was others shoutin' cigars and lights and bills for all the races With the colours of the jockey and the price and horses' ages
With me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle ay
And 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 the do fol the diddlely idle ay
There was half a million people there of all denominations The Catholic, the Protestant, the Jew, the Presbyterian Yet there was no animosity, no matter what persuasion But failte hospitality inducing fresh acquaintance