As I roved out through Galway town to seek for recreation
On the 17th of August, my mind being elevated
There was multitudes assembled with their tickets at the station
Me eyes began to dazzle, and they going to see the races
With a wack fol the do fol the diddle ay del lay
It's there you'll see confectioners with sugar sticks and dainties
And lozenges and oranges and lemonade and raisins
And gingerbread and spices to accommodate the ladies
And a big crubeen for thruppence to be pickin' while you're able
With a wack fol the do fol the diddle ay del lay
Well there you'll see the pipers and the fiddlers competin'
The nimble-footed dancers and they trippin' on the daisies
And others cryin' cigars and lights and bills for all the races
With the colors of the jockeys and the price and horses' ages
With a wack fol the do fol the diddle ay del lay
It's there you'll see the jockeys and they mounted on so stately
The blue, the pink, the red, the green, the emblem of our nation
When the bell was rung for startin' all the horses seemed impatient
I thought they never stood on ground, their speed was so amazing
With a wack fol the do fol the diddle ay del lay
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 fortune hospitality, inducing fresh acquaintance
With me wack fol the do fol the diddle ay del lay
Ah, with me wack fol the do fol the diddle ay del lay
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