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Lyrics

As I went down to Galway Town
To seek for recreation
On the seventeenth of August
My mind bein' elevated
There were multitudes assembled
With their tickets at the station
My eyes began to dazzle
As I'm off to see the races

With me whack-fol the do-fol the
Diddly-idle-day

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There were passengers from Limerick
And passengers from Nenagh
And passengers from Dublin
And men from Tipperary
There were passengers from Kerry
And all quarters of our nation
Our member, Mr. Hearst
For to see the Galway Races

With me whack-fol the do-fol the
Diddly-idle-day

There were multitudes from Aran
And the members of the New Quay shore
And boys from Connemara
And the Claire unmarried maidens
There were people from Cork City
Who were loyal, true, and faithful
Who brought home Fenian prisoners
From diverse foreign nations

With me whack-fol the do-fol the
Diddly-idle-day

It's there you'll see confectioners
With sugar sticks and dainties
With lozenges and oranges
With lemonade and raisins
The gingerbread and spices
To accommodate the ladies
And big cubeen for thruppence
To be pickin' while you're able

With me whack-fol the do-fol the
Diddly-idle-day

It's there you'll see the gamblers
The thimbles and the garters
The spotting wheel of fortune
With the four and twenty quarters
There was others without scruple
Pelting wattles at poor Maggie
And her father's well contented
As he's lookin' at his daughter

With me whack-fol the do-fol the
Diddly-idle-day

It's there you'll see the pipers
And the fiddlers competin'
The nimble footed dancers
A-trippin' 'round the daises
There was other cryin' cigars
And lights and bills for all the races
The colors of the jockeys
And the prize and horses' ages

With me whack-fol the do-fol the
Diddly-idle-day

(It's there you'll see the jockeys
And they're mounted out so stately
The pink, the blue, the orange, the green
The emblem of our nation)
When the bell was rung for starting
All the horses seemed impatient
I thought they never touched the ground
Their speed was so amazin'

With me whack-fol the do-fol the
Diddly-idle-day

There was half a million people there
From all denominations
The Catholic, the Protestant
The Jew, the Presbyterian
There was yet no animosity
No matter your persuasion
But failte and hospitality
Inducin' fresh acquaintance

With me whack-fol the do-fol the
Diddly-idle-day

With me whack-fol the do-fol the
Diddly-idle-day

With me whack-fol the do-fol the
Diddly-idle-day

Writer(s): Will R. Millar, TRADITIONAL

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