| It’s far away I am today
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| from scenes I roamed a boy
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| And long ago the hour, I know
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| I first saw Illinois
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| Not time nor tide nor water wide
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| could wean my heart away
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| But straight and true 'twill fly to you
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| my own dear Galway Bay
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| My chosen bride is by my side
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| her brown hair silver-grey
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| Our daughter Rose as like her grows
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| as April dawn to day
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| Our eldest son, our chosen one
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| his father’s pride and stay
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| With gifts like these I’d live at ease
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| Beside you Galway Bay
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| By shore and creek both grey and bleak
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| the rugged rocks abound
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| But sweeter green the grass between
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| than grows on Irish ground
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| So friendhip fond all else beyond
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| and love to live always
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| Bless each dear home beside your foam
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| my own dear Galway Bay
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| Had I youth’s blood and hopeful mood
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| and heart of fire once more
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| For all the gold the earth could hold
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| I’d never leave your shore
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| I’d live content whatever God sent
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| midst neighbors old and grey
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| And leave my bones 'neath churchyard stones
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| beside you Galway Bay
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| The blessings of a poor old man
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| be with you night and day
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| The blessings of a poor old man
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| whose heart will soon be clay
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| 'Tis all the heaven I ask of God
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| upon my dying day
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| My soul to soar forever more
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| above you, Galway Bay |