<\/p>\n
Well, I took a stroll on the old long walk
\non a day -I-ay-I-ay
\nAnd I met a little girl and we stopped to talk
\non a nice soft day -I-ay-I-ay<\/p>\n
And I ask you, friend, what’s a fella to do
\nCause her hair was black and her eyes were blue
\nAnd I took her down and I givin’ a twhirl
\n‘Round the Salthill Prom with a Galway girl<\/p>\n
Well we were halfway there when the rain came down
\non a day -I-ay-I-ay
\nAnd she asked me up to her flat downtown
\non a nice soft day -I-ay-I-ay<\/p>\n
And I ask you, friend, what’s a fella to do
\nCause her hair was black and her eyes were blue
\nSo I took her hand and I gave her a twirl
\nAnd I lost my heart to a Galway girl<\/p>\n
When I woke up I was all way down
\non a day -I-ay-I-ay
\nWith a broken heart and a ticket home
\non a nice soft day -I-ay-I-ay<\/p>\n
And I ask you friend, what would you do
\nIf her hair was black and her eyes were blue
\nI’ve been around all over the world, boys
\nBut I ain’t never seen nothin’ but a Galway girl<\/p>\n