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The Galway Races

  • (Trad)
  • And as I roved out through Galway town to seek for recreation
    On the seventeenth of August, my mind bein' elevated
    There were multitudes assembled with their tickets at the station
    And my eyes began to dazzle and they goin' to see the races
    To me whack fol-a-do fol-a-dithery idle day

    There were passengers from Limerick and passengers from Nenagh
    Passengers from Dublin and sportsmen from Tipperary
    There were passengers from Kerry and all quarters of the nation
    And our member Mister Haughey for to join the Galway Blazers
    To me whack fol-a-do fol-a-dithery idle day

    There were multitudes from Aran and members from New Quay shore
    The boys from Connemara and the Clare unmarried maidens
    People from Cork city who were loyal, true and faithful
    They brought home the Fenian prisoners from dying in foreign nations
    To me whack fol-a-do fol-a-dithery idle day

    And it's there you'll see confectioners with sugarsticks and dainties
    Their lozenges and oranges, their lemonade 'n' raisins
    Gingerbread and spices to accommodate the ladies
    And a big crubeen for threepence to be sucking while you're able
    To me whack fol-a-do fol-a-dithery idle day

    And it's there you'll see the gamblers, the thimbles and the garters
    And the sporting Wheel of Fortune with the four and twenty quarters
    There was others without scruple pelting wattles at poor Maggie
    And her daddy well contented to be gawking at his daughter
    To me whack fol-a-do fol-a-dithery idle day

    And it's there you'll see the pipers and the fiddlers competing
    The nimble-footed dancers and they tripping on the daisies
    There was others shoutin', Cigars and lights, and, Bills for all the races
    With the colours of the jockeys and the prize and horses' ages
    To me whack fol-a-do fol-a-dithery idle day

    And it's there you'll see the jockeys and they mounted on so stately
    The pink and 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
    To me whack fol-a-do fol-a-dithery idle day

    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 failté and hospitality inducing Mister Paisley
    To me whack fol-a-do fol-a-dithery idle day

    (as sung be The Dubliners)

(crubeen - pig's foot)
(failté - welcome)

Susannes Folksong-Notizen

  • [1979:] The words are from a printed balladsheet of the last century. The same song was used at different races with the insertion of the relevant name of the venue. (Loesberg II, 66)

Quelle: Ireland

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