
Galway Races The High Kings
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With me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle day
With me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle day
As I rode out through 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're going to see the races
With me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idlе day
There werе passengers from Limerick
And more from Tipperary
The boys of Connemara
And the Clare unmarried maidens
There were people from Cork City
Who were loyal, true and faithful
Brought home the Fenian prisoners
From dying in foreign nations
With me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle day
And it's there you'll see the pipers
And the fiddlers competing
And the sporting Wheel of Fortune
And the four and twenty quarters
There was others without scruple
Pelting wattles at poor Maggy
And her father well contented
To be gazing at his daughter
With me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle day
As I rode out through 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're going to see the races
With me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idlе day
There werе passengers from Limerick
And more from Tipperary
The boys of Connemara
And the Clare unmarried maidens
There were people from Cork City
Who were loyal, true and faithful
Brought home the Fenian prisoners
From dying in foreign nations
With me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle day
And it's there you'll see the pipers
And the fiddlers competing
And the sporting Wheel of Fortune
And the four and twenty quarters
There was others without scruple
Pelting wattles at poor Maggy
And her father well contented
To be gazing at his daughter
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