Galway Bay

Maybe someday I’ll go back again to Ireland
If my dear old wife would only pass away!
She nearly has my heart broke with her nagging
She’s got a mouth as big as Galway Bay

See her drinking sixteen pints of Pabst Blue Ribbon
And then she can walk home without a sway
If the sea was beer instead of salty water
She would live and die in Galway Bay

See her drinking sixteen pints at Pat Joe Murphy’s
The barman says: “I think it’s time to go”
But she doesn’t try to speak to him in Gaelic
In 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 Claddagh
Just to watch the suds flow down by Galway Bay