| Well, I took a stroll on the old long walk
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| Of a day -I-ay-I-ay
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| I met a little girl and we stopped to talk
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| Of a fine soft day -I-ay-I-ay
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| And I ask you, friend, what’s a fella to do
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| 'Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue
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| And I knew right then I’d be takin' a whirl
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| 'Round the Salthill Prom with a Galway girl
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| We were halfway there when the rain came down
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| Of a day -I-ay-I-ay
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| And she asked me up to her flat downtown
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| Of a fine soft day -I-ay-I-ay
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| And I ask you, friend, what’s a fella to do
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| 'Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue
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| So I took her hand and I gave her a twirl
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| And I lost my heart to a Galway girl
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| When I woke up I was all alone
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| With a broken heart and a ticket home
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| And I ask you now, tell me what would you do
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| If her hair was black and her eyes were blue
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| I’ve traveled around I’ve been all over this world
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| Boys I ain’t never seen nothin' like a Galway girl |