Well, I took a stroll on the old long walk Of a day-i-ay-i-ay I met a little girl and we stopped to talk Of a fine soft day-i-ay And I ask you, friend, what's a fella to do? Because her hair was black and her eyes were blue And I knew right then, I'd be taking a whirl Around the Salthill prom with a Galway girl We were halfway there when the rain came down Of a day-i-ay-i-ay She asked me up to her flat downtown Of a fine soft day-i-ay And I ask you, friend, what's a fella to do? Because her hair was black and her eyes were blue I took her hand and I give her a twirl And I lost my heart to a Galway girl When I woke up, I was all alone With a broken heart and a ticket home And I ask you now, tell me what would you do? If her hair was black and her eyes were blue 'Cause I've traveled around, I've been all over this world Boys, I ain't never seen nothing like a Galway girl
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