if you ever cross the sea to ireland and maybe at the closing of your day you can seat and watch the sun rise over clada , and watch the sun go down on galway bay maybe some day ill go back again to ireland if my dear old wife would only pass away , now she has my poor old health broke with all her nagging , and she has a mouth as big as galway bay , after drinking sixteen pints of arthur guinness and she walks down the road with out a sway , if the auld sea was bare in stead of salty water a then she would live and die on galway bay , after drinking sixteen points in padgo murphy and the bar man says its time to go , now she doesnt try to answer him in irish but speaks a language that the travellers do not know , well on her back she has a map of ireland , and when she takes her bath on saturdays well she rubs the care ball soap all round the clada just to watch the auld suds go down on galway bay , well her feet are like auld lump of board na mona and her hair is like a rake of last years hay , a and when i rub my around her turage a shell forget about auld galway bay .