What’s a fella to do?


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 right then, I'd be takin a whirl
Down the Salthill Prom with a Galway Girl

We were halfway there when the rain came down
On the day I-ay-I-ay
And she took me up to her flat downtown
On a fine 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
So I took her hand, and I gave her a twirl
And I lost my heart to a Galway Girl - Oh!

So when I woke up I was all alone
With a broken heart and a ticket home
And I ask you friend, what would you do?
If her hair was black and her eyes were blue 

See I've travelled around, I've been all over the world
Boys
I've never seen nothing like a Galway girl - woo! oh!
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