(Traditional)
As I went down to Galway Town
To seek for recreation

On the seventeenth of August
Me mind being elevated
There were passengers $$#embled

With their tickets at the station
And me eyes began to dazzle
And they off to see the races


With me wack fol the do fol
The diddle idle day


There were passengers from Limerick
And passengers from Nenagh

The boys of Connemara
And the Clare unmarried maiden
There were people from Cork City

Who were loyal, true and faithful
Who brought home the Fenian prisoners
From dying in foreign nations


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
And there's others without scruple

Pelting wattles at poor Maggie
And her father well contented
And he gazing at his daughter


And it's there you'll see the jockeys
And they mounted on so stably

The pink, the blue, the orange, and green
The colors of our nation
The time it came for starting

All the horses seemed impatient
Their feet they hardly touched the ground
The speed was so amazing!


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