Sweet Marie

Lyrics

I’ve a little racin’ mare called Sweet Marie
And the temper of a bear has Sweet Marie
But I’ve backed the mare to win
And on her I’ve all my tin
So we’ll take a trial spin, Sweet Marie
Hold your hoult, Sweet Marie
If you bolt, Sweet Marie
Or you’ll never win the Galway Plate for me
Every daisy in the dell
Ought to know me mighty well
For at every fence we fell, Sweet Marie

Now, the colours that I chose for Sweet Marie
Were lavender and rose for Sweet Marie
Och, but now, no thanks to you
Sure I’m quite another hue
For I’m onIy black and blue, Sweet Marie
Hold your hoult, Sweet Marie
If you bolt, Sweet Marie,
Or you’ll never win the Galway Plate for me
Every daisy in the dell
Ought to know me mighty well
For at every fence we fell, Sweet Marie

Now we’re coming up to race, Sweet Marie
Runners up and in your place, Sweet Marie
Will you stop you’re waltzing round
Or we’ll both be on the ground
And we never will be found, Sweet Marie.
Hold your hoult, Sweet Marie
If you bolt, Sweet Marie,
Or you’ll never win the Galway Plate for me
Every daisy in the dell
Ought to know me mighty well
For at every fence we fell, Sweet Marie

When we started off to race, Sweet Marie
I had backed yu for a place, Sweet Marie
Then you fairly hit the dawn
I fell off and you went on
And my money had all gone, Sweet Marie.
Hold your hoult, Sweet Marie
Pass the post, Sweet Marie
Och, you’ve gone and lost the *Galway Plate for me
You’re a stayer too, I find
But you’re not the proper kind
For you stay too far behind, Sweet Marie

Galway 1

Songs of Galway


Notes

*Originally, it may have been the Farmers Cup, but since childhood, I remember singers mentioning the Galway Plate as the race prize.  I thought it strange at that young age to think of a plate as a prize for winning a race.

Clip – Tom Donovan



County

Galway

Song Themes

Sporting occasions

Songwriter

Percy French