Lyrics The Ballad of Ruby Walsh - Christy Moore
There's
Bethlehem
and
Cheltenham
and
Lourdes
and
Limerick
Junction
The
trip
to
Mejagori
come
up
for
the
extra
motion
Good
people
climb
Croagh
Patrick
with
serenity
on
their
faces
But
Ruby
Walsh
saved
me
life
below
at
the
Galway
Races.
Hay
Ruby
hold
her
back,
give
her
the
craic
and
up
she'll
go.
They're
under
starters
orders,
Ted
Walsh
is
commentating,
Ruby's
up
on
the
favorite,
she'll
take
some
beating
Necks
are
strained
eyes
are
trained
there's
fear
upon
their
faces
There's
agony
and
ecstasy
below
at
the
Galway
races
Ruby
hold
her
back,
give
her
the
craic
and
up
she'll
go.
It's
there
you'll
see
gentility
and
sheep
dressed
up
as
mutton
There's
double
barreled
names
with
Mulherns
on
old
malodions
The
talk
is
all
of
tillage
of
silage
and
corn
acre
I
fancy
Tracy
Piggot
in
the
saddle
in
the
enclosure
Ruby
hold
her
back,
give
her
the
craic
and
up
she'll
go
Sir
John
Mucksavage
Smith
is
there
with
Smurfits
and
O'Reilly's
The
owners
and
the
trainers,
the
stable
boys
and
jockeys
With
silk
around
their
arses
getting
up
on
rich
men's
horses
The
convention
wives
and
daughters
and
marriages
and
divorces.
Hay
Ruby
hold
her
back,
give
her
the
craic
and
up
she'll
go.
There's
Celtic
helicopters
land
bank
speculators,
Builders
and
developers,
crocodiles
and
alligators
Soldiers
of
destiny
their
in
the
fields
of
frenzy
Their
mouths
wrapped
round
the
Lamb
Of
God
come
back
for
the
gravy,
Hay
Ruby
hold
her
back,
give
her
the
craic
and
up
she'll
go.
Thursday
is
the
ladies
day
and
the
women
all
look
smashing
Their
lashing
on
the
lipstick
Philip
tracys
all
the
fashion
You
can
see
the
liposuction
the
botox
and
ogmanation
Brazilian
haircuts
the
collonic
irrigation,
Hay
Ruby
hold
her
back,
give
her
the
craic
and
up
she'll
go.
And
every
one's
out
in
Salthill
for
the
craic
and
for
the
porter
There's
bookies
making
odds
on
two
flies
walking
up
the
wall
There's
folk
and
trad.
karaoke
and
set
dances
While
some
of
us
who
seen
better
days
were
looking
to
take
our
chances
Hay
Ruby
hold
her
back,
give
her
the
craic
and
up
she'll
go.
Their
galloping
down
the
back
straight,
he
has
her
in
the
canter
A
look
at
her
up
the
jumps
be
Gad,
she's
like
a
bally-dancer
Over
the
last
she
hits
the
front
the
other
one's
going
to
pass
her
Winner
alright
it's
up
Kildare,
follow
me
up
to
Carlow
Hay
Ruby
hold
her
back,
give
her
the
craic
and
up
she'll
go.
Hay
Ruby
hold
her
back,
give
her
the
craic
and
up
she'll
go
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