Firkin - The galway races dalszöveg (lyrics)
[Firkin - The galway races dalszöveg lyrics]
As I rode down to Galway
Town to seek for recreation
On the seventeenth of August
My heart was 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-fa-the
Da-for-the-diddle-ee-iddle day
There were passengers from Limerick
And passengers from Nenagh
The boys of Connemara and the
Flair of married Ladies
There were 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 daisies
There were others crying cigars and lights
And bills for all the races
Colours of the jockeys and the
Prize 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 million people
There from all denominations
The Catholic, the Protestant, the Jew
And Presbyterian there was yet no animosity
No matter what persuasion
But sportsman's hospitality and induce
Of fresh acquaintance
Town to seek for recreation
On the seventeenth of August
My heart was 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-fa-the
Da-for-the-diddle-ee-iddle day
There were passengers from Limerick
And passengers from Nenagh
The boys of Connemara and the
Flair of married Ladies
There were 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 daisies
There were others crying cigars and lights
And bills for all the races
Colours of the jockeys and the
Prize 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 million people
There from all denominations
The Catholic, the Protestant, the Jew
And Presbyterian there was yet no animosity
No matter what persuasion
But sportsman's hospitality and induce
Of fresh acquaintance