The Galway Races The Wolfe Tones

As I rode down to Galway Town to seek for recreation
On the twenty-fifth of August my mind was elevated
For multitudes assemble with their tickets at the station
Me eyes began to dazzle as I goin' to see the races
With me wack fol the do fol the diddly-idle-day

There were multitudes from Aran and were thousands there from Clifton
The boys from Connemara and the Clare unmarried ladies
Were pеople from Cork City who were loyal, truе and faithful
They brought home the Fenian prisoners from dyin' in foreign nations
With me wack fol the do fol the diddly-idle-day

The tents are in rotation in the middle of the course
With a distilled combination, boys, this [?] can produce
And a landlady inside with her bottle and her water
She multiplyin' the whiskey lest the boozer should run shorter
With me wack fol the do fol the diddly-idle-day

This day you'll see the pipers and the fiddlers competin'
The nimble-footed dancers and they trippin' on the daisies
And they call for whiskey freely and they pay before they go
And a tiddle of girls among the crowd and a row was never known

(Yee-oo!)

This day you'll see confectioners with sugar sticks and cakes
To accomodate the ladies and some other privateers
And the gingerbread and lozenges and lemonade and raisins
The pig's foot for thruppence to be chewin' while you're able
With me wack fol the do fol the diddly-idle-day