With me wack fol the do fol the diddle idle ay

As I went down to Galway Town to seek for recreation
On the seventeenth of August me mind being elevated
The multitudes assembled with their tickets at the station
And me eyes began to dazzle, I'm going to see the races

With me wack fol the do fol the diddle idle ay

There were passengers from Limerick and passengers from Nenagh
Passengers from Dublin and sportsmen from Tipperary
There were people from Cork City who were loyal, [bad word] and faithful
Who brought home the Fenian prisoners from dying in foreign nations

With me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle ay

And it's there you'll see the pipers and the [bad word] The nimble-footed dancers and they trippin' on the daisies
There was others shoutin' cigars and lights and bills for all the races
With the colours of the jockey and the price and horses' ages

With me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle ay

And it's there you'll see the jockeys and they mounted on so stately
The pink, the blue, the orange and green, the emblem of our nation
When the bell [bad word] 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

There was half a million people there of all denominations
The Catholic, the Protestant, the Jew, the Presbyterian
Yet there was no animosity, no matter what persuasion
But failte hospitality inducing fresh acquaintance

With me wack fol the do fol the diddle idle ay