Maybe someday I'll go back again to Ireland,
If my dear old wife would only pass away!
She's nearly got 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 he drinking sixteen pints at Pat Joe Murphy's
The barman says, "I think it's time you go."
Well, she doesn't try to answer him in Gaelic
But in 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 go down by Galway Bay.
If you ever go across the sea to Ireland
It may be at the closing of your day
And to see again the moonlight over Claddis
And watch the sun go down on Galway Bay
Just to see again the rippling of the trout stream
The women in the meadows making hay
Or to sit beside a turf- fire in a cabin
And to watch the fearful possum at their play
Now the breeze is blowing across the sea to Ireland
Are perfumed by the heather as it blows
And the women in the uplands diggin praties
Speaks a language that the strangers do not know
Now the strangers came & tried to teach us their ways
They scorned us for being who we are
But they might as well go chasing after moon-beams
Or light a penny-candle from a star
Now if there's going to be a life hereafter
And somehow...I know there's going to be
I will ask my GOD to let me make my heaven
In that dear land across the Irish sea...........