| Maybe someday,
I'll go back again to Ireland |
| If only my dear wife would pass away |
| She nearly has my heart broke with all her naggin |
| she's got a mouth as big as
Galway bay |
|
| See her drinkin 16 pints of Pat's blue ribbon |
| And then she can walk home without a sway |
| If the sea were beer instead of salty water |
| She would live and die in
Galway bay |
|
| See her drinkin 16 pints at
Pat Joe Murphy's |
| When the barman says "I think its time to go" |
| She
doesn't try to speak to him in Gaelic |
| But 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 Claddaugh |
| Just to watch the suds roll down on Galway Bay |
