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 On a fine day-I-ay And I'm askim you, son, what put you to 'Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue And I knew right then I'd be takin' a whirl I lost my heart to a Galway girl
When I woke up I was all alone With a broken heart and a ticket home I'm asking you son, what would you have done If her hair was black and her eyes were blue And I've been all over this big old world I ain't never seen nothin' like a Galway girl
And I give you it straight Like a cider that's made From a 100% pears From a 100% pears From a 100% pears From a 100% pears
Is there any disappointment in that? Is your butter and bread worth regret? Do you ever've got the fillin' you've been cheated? Well maybe, Johny, just a bit