Click Here for a parody of Galway Bay by The Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem.
If you ever go across the sea to Ireland,
Then maybe at the closing of your day,
You will sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh,
And watch the sun go down on Galway Bay.
Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream,
The women in the meadows making hay,
And to sit beside a turf fire in the cabin,
And to watch the barefoot gossoons at their play.
For the breezes blowing o'er the seas from Ireland,
Are perfumed by the heather as they blow;
And the women in the uplands diggin' praties,
Speak a language that the strangers do not know.
For the strangers came and tried to teach us their way,
They scorn'd us just for being what we are;
But they might as well go chasing after moonbeams,
Or light a penny candle from a star.
And if there is going to be life hereafter,
And somehow I am sure there's going to be,
I will ask God to let me make my heaven,
In that dear land across the Irish sea.
Maybe someday I'll go back again to Ireland,
And my dear old wife would only pass away;
She nearly has my heart broke with her nagging,
She's got a mouth as big as Galway Bay.
See her drinking sixteen pints of Pabst Blue Ribbon,
And then she can walk home without a sway;
If the sea was beer instead of salty water,
She would live and die in Galway Bay.
See her drinking sixteen pints at Pat Joe Murphy's,
The barman says, "I think it's time to go."
Well, she doesn't try to speak to him in Gaelic,
In a language that the clergy do not know.
On her back she has tattooed a map of Ireland,
And when she takes her bath on Saturday;
She rubs the Sunlight Soap around by Claddagh,
Just to watch the suds flow down by Galway Bay.