As I rode down to Galway town to seek for recreation On the seventeenth of August me mind being elevated There were multitudes assembled with their tickets at the station Me eyes began to dazzle and I'm goin' to see the races.
With your whack-fa-the-da-for-the-diddle-ee-iddle-day. (Bis)
There were passengers from Limerick and more from Tipperary There were passengers from Kerry, and all quarters of our nation Boys from Connemara and the Claire unmarried maidens People from Cork city who were loyal, true and faithful; Who brought home the Fenian prisoners from diverse foreign nations.
With your whack-fa-the-da-for-the-diddle-ee-iddle-day. (Bis)
It's there you'll see the pipers and the fiddlers competing The nimble footed dancers a-tripping over the daisies There were others crying cigars and lights and bills for all the races With the colors of the jockeys and the prize and horses' ages.
With your whack-fa-the-da-for-the-diddle-ee-iddle-day. (Bis)
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.
With your whack-fa-the-da-for-the-diddle-ee-iddle-day. (Bis)
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 failte and hospitality inducin' fresh acquaintance.
With your whack-fa-the-da-for-the-diddle-ee-iddle-day. (Bis)