| We’ve got it all out here
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| Couldn’t really ask for more
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| From the cold, blue north
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| To the sunny southern shores
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| I remember the day, just to get away
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| It seemed the time would never come
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| But I hear some voices
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| Calling me back home!
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| Galway!
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| Galway, Galway shore
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| Where I first saw you smile
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| The first time I heard you call my name
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| Where the big Atlantic rollers rise and fall
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| Where we laughed and danced
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| And sang the Galway shawl
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| We wonder how our friends are
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| Out on Cliften and Salthill
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| Sometimes we wonder
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| If they ever think of us at all
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| Do they come from far and near
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| To Quay Street still?
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| Are the fishing boats
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| Still tied by the harbor wall?
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| In Galway!
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| Galway, Galway shore
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| Where I first saw you smile
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| The first time I heard you call my name
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| Where the big Atlantic rollers rise and fall
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| That’s where we laughed and danced
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| And sang the Galway shawl
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| Galway!
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| Galway, Galway shore
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| Where I first saw your smile
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| The first time I heard you call my name
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| Where the big Atlantic rollers rise and fall
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| Where we laughed and danced |
| And sang the Galway shawl
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| Where we laughed and danced
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| And sang the Galway shawl
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| (Mhm…) |