http://www.showofhands.co.uk/ Em I work my days on a Galway farm, D In the sun and rain, wind and storm, Em But once a year I'll chance my arm D A And cross the sea to England. I'll scrimp and save two thousand pounds, Spend a week in Cheltenham town, But the racing over, always down, I come back poor from England Em I dreamt one night before I left, C A coal-black mare with a white-star chest, D Crossed the line and beat the rest, Bm C I came back rich to Galway. I rose at dawn and drove all day, Thinking, wondering all the way, "Lady Luck, have you come to stay, Or steal away my morning." When I got to Cheltenham town, Irish faces all around, No bed or mattress to be found, I slept on the hillside. Spent three days in the viewing ring, Saw the horses they let in, Just as I was giving in, I stood and stared in wonder. With stamping hooves and steaming breath, A coal-black mare with a white star chest I ran my finger down the list Matched the name and the number Lady Luck had come half-way The horse's name was Galway Bay Twenty-to-one the odds that day I went to make my wager I counted out two thousand pounds Held it high, slapped it down The bookie smiled but made no sounds I knew what he was thinking The biggest loser in the land A pounding heart, a shaking hand I made my way up to the stand The horses came to order But at the first she nearly fell I cursed my farmer's luck to hell The second and third took quite well Way behind the leader Then moving sweetly from the back She found her rails and caught the pack Ten to go and from the track The hooves were drumming thunder. She's catching horses one by one Bridle flashing in the sun A' hain to go, a mile to run Two were up before her On the straight down they sped Left one at the last for dead Caught the next and by a head She came home the winner So I came back to my Galway farm A wiser and richer man Never again I'll chance my arm Or cross the sea to England 'Cause Lady Luck was mine that day I held her close, I went my way Now I raise my glass to Galway Bay And the dream of a Galway farmer