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 idl? day

There were 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

'Tis there you'll see the jockeys and they mounted on 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

With me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle day

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

With me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle day
And with me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle day