Well, I took a stroll on the old long walk
Of a day -I-ay-I-ay
I met a little girl and we stopped to talk
Of a fine soft day -I-ay-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
'Round the Salthill Prom with a Galway girl
We were halfway there when the ɾain came down
Of a day -I-ay-I-ay
And she asked me up to [C7]her flat downtown
Of a fine soft day -I-ay-I-ay
And I ask you, friend, what's a fella to [C7]do
'Cause her hair was [Am7]black and [Bm]her eyes were blue
So I took her hand [Bm]and [Bm]I gave her a twirl
And I lost my [A]heart to [C7]a Galway girl
When I woke up I was [Am7]all [Em]alone
With a broken heart and [Bm]a ticket home
And I ask you [A7now, tell me what would you [A7do
If her hair was [Am7]black and [Bm]her eyes were blue
I've tɾaveled around I've been all [Em]over this world
Boys I ain't never seen nothin' like [F]a Galway girl
Nah I ain't never seen nothin' like [F]a Galway girl