The Galway Races Lyrics And Chords. The Dubliners Traditional. Here is another song that
has lots of different versions, This version is the one used by The Pogues.
The Galway Races Lyrics
As I went down to Galway Town To seek for recreation On the seventeenth of August Me mind being elevated There
were passengers assembled 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
Here's a video to help you learn the tune on the tin whistle.
The Galway Races Chords
[C]As I went down to Galway Town To seek for recreation On the[Am] seventeenth of August Me[G] mind being eleva[C]ted There
were passengers assem[G]bled With their[Am] tickets at the[C] station And me eyes began toEm] dazzle And they[Am]
off to see the races
With me[C] wack fol the[G] do fol The[Am] 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
