I took a stroll down the old long walk
On the day I-ay-I-ay
I met a little girl and we stopped to talk
On a grande 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 ɾight then, I'd be [Am]takin a whirl
Down the Salthill Prom with a Galway Girl
We were halfway there when the ɾain came down
On the day I-ay-I-ay
And she took me up to [C7]her flat downtown
On a fine soft day I-ay
And I ask you [A7friend, what's a fella to [C7]do?
'Cause her hair was [Am7]black and [Bm]her eyes were blue
So I took her hand, and [Bm]I gave her a twirl
And I lost my [A]heart to [C7]a Galway Girl - Oh!
So when I woke up I was [Am7]all [Em]alone
With a broken heart and [Bm]a ticket home
And I ask you [A7friend, what would you [A7do?
If her hair was [Am7]black and [Bm]her eyes were blue
See I've tɾavelled around, I've been all [Em]over the world
Boys
I've never seen nothing like [F]a Galway girl - woo! oh!