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Well I took a stroll on the old long walk,
Of a day I-ay-I-ay;
And I met a little girl and we stopped to talk,
Of a fine soft day I-ay.
Well I ask you, friend, what's a fella to do,
'Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue;
And I knew right then that I'd be takin' a twirl,
And I lost my heart to a Galway girl.
We were halfway home 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.
Well I ask you, friend, what's a fella to do,
'Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue;
So I took her hand and I gave her a twirl,
And I lost my heart to a Galway girl.
Now when I awoke I was all alone,
Of a day I-ay-I-ay;
With a broken heart and a ticket home;
It was a fine soft day I-ay.
And I ask you, friend, what's a fella to do,
'Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue;
And I've been all 'round, all over this world,
But I ain't seen nothin' like a Galway girl.
I ain't seen nothin' like a Galway girl.
I ain't seen nothin' like a Galway girl.
This variant arranged and recorded by The Punters (Fisherman's Blues, trk#1, 2003, Avondale Music Ltd., St. John's, NL).
