She was a Galway Girl ©

Verse 1

I was out on the slaughter,

Pissed up down the Latin quarter

Right there stood behind the bar

Was the prettiest girl by far

I asked her for her name

Before you ask if I've no shame

Lads, if ye'd seen her then ye would do the same

Chorus

She was just a Galway girl

With her ginger hair all curl

And a smile that had me in a swirl

A pretty Galway lass

Though I was trying to show some class

I couldn't help but take a sneak glance at her arse

Verse

We chatted as she fixed her hair

As we walked around Eyre Square

Trying to keep up the cool facade

As we headed down salthill promenade

We had fun that day

Me and the lovely lass from Galway

But for the love of me I can't recall her name

Chorus

Who was that Galway girl

With the ginger hair of curl

I can't remember the name of that girl

The lovely Galway lady

And I don't know if maybe

If I'd asked her again would it sound kinda shady?

Guitar solo

Verse

We laughed and joked all through the night

But then she said she had to catch a flight

Asked if I'd see her again perchance?

Then she told me she's got a bloke in France

That dear old Galway girl

Who had me in a swirl

Seems I never had a chance with that girl

Chorus

She was just a Galway girl

With ginger hair of curl

But I never stood a chance with that girl

I hoped maybe I had a chance

But now she's fucked off back to her bloke in France

So I've got no chance of romance

Oh that Galway dame

I can't even recall her name

Wonder if I'll ever see her again.

Guitar outro