Firkin - The Galway races

As I rode down to Galway town
To seek for recreation
On the seventeenth of August
My heart was elevated,
There were multitudes assembled
With their tickets at the station.
Me eyes began to dazzle
And I’m going to see the races.

With me whack-fa-the-da-for-the-diddle-ee-iddle-day.

There were passengers from Limerick
And passengers from Nenagh,
The boys of Connemara,
Aand the flair of married Ladies,
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-fa-the-da-for-the-diddle-ee-iddle-day.

It's there you'll see the pipers
And the fiddlers competing,
The nimble footed dancers
A-tripping o’er the daisies
There were others crying cigars
And lights and bills for all the races
Colours of the jockeys
And the prize, and horses' ages.

With me whack-fa-the-da-for-the-diddle-ee-iddle-day.

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 me whack-fa-the-da-for-the-diddle-ee-iddle-day.

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 sportsman's hospitality
And induce of fresh acquaintance.

With me whack-fa-the-da-for-the-diddle-ee-iddle-day.

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 sportsman's hospitality
And induce of fresh acquaintance.

With me whack-fa-the-da-for-the-diddle-ee-iddle-day.
With me whack-fa-the-da-for-the-diddle-ee-iddle-day.
With me whack-fa-the-da-for-the-diddle-ee-iddle-day.
With me whack-fa-the-da-for-the-diddle-ee-iddle-day.