Galway Bay
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<br> If you ever go across the sea to Ireland, <br /> then maybe at the closing of your day, <br /> you can sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh, <br /> and see the sun go down on Galway Bay. <br /> <br /> Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream, <br /> The women in the meadow making hay, <br /> just to sit beside the turf fire in a cabin, <br /> and watch the barefoot gosoons as they play. <br /> <br /> ooooh...... <br /> <br /> For the breezes blowing o'er the sea's from Ireland, <br /> Are perfumed by the heather as they blow, <br /> And the women in the uplands digging praties, <br /> Speak a language that the strangers do not know. <br /> <br /> Yet the strangers came and tried to teach us their ways, <br /> And they scorned us just for being what we are, <br /> But they might as well go chasin after moon beams, <br /> or light a penny candle from a star. <br /> <br /> And if there's gonna be a life here after, <br /> And faith somehow I'm sure there's gonna be, <br /> I will ask my God to let me make my Heaven, <br /> In that dear land across the Irish sea. <br /> <br /> I will ask my God to let me make my Heaven, <br /> In my dear land across the Irish sea. <br /> <br /> oooooooh...... <br /> <br /> In my dear land across the Irish sea. <br><br><br><br> <br>
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