Lyrics:
her by the hand
Said, "Baby, I just wanna dance"
With my pretty little Galway girl
You're my pretty little Galway girl
You know she beat me
scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy blaggard
Happy Christmas, you mug
I pray God it's our last
The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing "Galway Bay"
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing Galway Bay
cnd the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day
maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it's our last
The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing Galway Bay
And the bells
maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it's our last
The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing Galway Bay
And the bells
Pretty Galway you've seen my toughest times
And you've been good to me
Pretty Galway you've heard me sing my blues away
Oh Pretty Galway
Pretty
just want to dance"
"I just want to dance"
"I just want to dance"
"I just want to dance"
"I just want to dance"
With my pretty little Galway Girl
a mouth as big as galway bay
See her drinkin' 16 pints of Pat's blue ribbon
And then she can walk home without a sway
If the sea were beer instead
It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
a mouth as big as galway bay
See her drinkin' 16 pints of Pat's blue ribbon
And then she can walk home without a sway
If the sea were beer instead
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She can
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She can
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She can
maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it's our last
The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing "Galway Bay"
Prom with a Galway girl
We were halfway there when the rain came down
On the day-I-ay-I-ay
And she asked me up to her flat downtown
On a fine
go down on Galway Bay
For the breezes blowing o'er the sea to Ireland
Are perfumed by the heather as they blow
And the women in the uplands
choir were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
Yeah, the bells were ringing out on Christmas day
On Christmas day
For Christmas day,
She's got everything she needs
She's an artist, she don't look back
She's got everything she needs
She's an artist, she don't look back
She can take
She's got everything she needs
She's an artist she don't look back
She's got everything she needs
She's an artist she don't look back
She can take
down on Galway Bay
Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream
The women in the meadows making hay
And to sit beside a turn fire in the cabin
a trumpet, and for Christmas, buy her drums.
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist, she don't look back.
Takes the dark out of the nighttime, you
a trumpet, and for Christmas, buy her drums.
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist, she don't look back.
Takes the dark out of the nighttime, you
Have a lovely Galway Christmas
Hope that your friends come home
Evenings by the fireside, may you never be alone.
I hope you make the Christmas fair,
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