I TOOK A STROLL
DOWN THE OLD LONG WALK
OF THE DAY-I-AY-I-AY
I MET A LITTLE GIRL
AND WE STOPPED TO TALK
ON 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 KNEW RIGHT THEN
I'D BE TAKIN' A WHIRL
DOWN THE SALTHILL PROM
WITH A GALWAY GIRL
WE WERE HALFWAY THERE
WHEN THE RAIN CAME DOWN
OF THE DAY-I-AY-I-AY
SHE ASKED ME UP
TO HER FLAT DOWNTOWN
ON A FINE SOFT DAY-I-AY
AND I ASK YOU, FRIEND
WHAT'S A FELLA TO DO, OH
'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, OH!
SO, WHEN I WOKE UP
I WAS ALL ALONE
WITH A BROKEN HEART
AND A TICKET HOME
AND I ASK YOU NOW
WELL, WHAT WOULD YOU DO
OH... IF HER HAIR WAS BLACK
AND HER EYES WERE BLUE
YOU SEE I TRAVEL AROUND
I'VE BEEN ALL OVER THE WORLD
AND BOYS, I'VE NEVER SEEN
NOTHIN' LIKE A GALWAY GIRL
WOO! OW!