As I roved out to Galway Town to seek for recreation On the seventeenth of August, me 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 me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle ay
There was passengers from Limerick and more from Tipperary The boys from Connemara and the Clare unmarried maidens And people from Cork City who were loyal, true, and faithful They brought home the Fenian prisoners from dying in foreign nations.
With me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle ay
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 picking while you're able.
With me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle ay
It's there you'll see the pipers and the fiddlers competing The nimble-footed dancers, and they trippin' on the daisies. And others crying 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 the do fol the diddlely idle ay
It's there you'll see the jockeys, and they mounted on so stately The blue, the pink, 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
And 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 whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle ay With me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle ayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
