As I rode out to 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 I going to see the races

With a wack fol de dil
Fol de diddly idle lay

It's there you'll see confectioners with sugar-sticks and dainties
And lozenges and oranges and lemonade and raisins
And gingerbread and spices to accommodatе the ladies
And a big crúibin for thruppencе to be pickin' while you're able

With a wack fol de dil
Fol de diddly idle lay

And there you'll see the pipers and the fiddlers competin'
And nimble footed dancers and they're trippin' on the daisies
And others cryin' "Cigars and lights" and bills for all the races
With the colours of the jockeys and the price and horses ages

With me wack fol de dil
Fol de diddly idle lay

It's there you'll see the jockeys and they mounted on so stably
The blue, the pink, the red, the 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 a wack fol de dil
Fol de diddly idle lay

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

With me wack fol de dil
Fol de diddly idle lay
Ah, with me wack fol de dil
Fol de diddly idle lay