As I rode to Galway Town to seek for recreation
On the 17th of August, me mind being elevated
There were multitudes assembled with their tickets at the station
Me eyes began to dazzle and I'm going to see the races.

With me whack, fol-da-da

There were passengers from Limerick and more from Tipperary
Boys from Connemara and flair of married ladies
People from Cork City who were loyal, true and faithful
Who brought home the Fenian prisoners from dying in foreign nations.

It's there you'll see the pipers and the fiddlers competing
The nimble-footed dancers a-tripping o'er the daises
There were others crying cigars and likes, and bills for all the races
With the colours of the jockeys and the price and horses ages.

It's there you'll see the jockeys and they're mounted out so stately
The pink, the blue, the orange and 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.

There was half a milion people there from all denominations
The Catolic, the Protestant, the Jew and Presbyterian
There was yet no animosity, no matter what persuasion
But sportsman hospitality and induce fresh acquantance.