Galway Bay

Y para continuar con la serie de letras de canciones que de vez en cuando publico, esta tradicional irlandesa (ya sabeis todos de mis preferencias por el pie de este blog...). Es una canción dedicada a todas esas mujeres que, después de ser novias, se convierten en bruj... quiero decir esposas. Vaya a todas ellas mi más sincera felicitación para el año que entra.

En el fondo os quieren (vuestros maridos no).

Galway Bay (Irish trdaditional)

Maybe someday, i'll go back again to Ireland
If my dear old wife would pass away
She nearly has my heart broke with all her naggin
she's got a mouth as big as galway bay

See her drinkin 16 pints of Pabst Blue Ribbon
And then she can walk home without a sway
If the sea were beer instead of salty water
She would live and die in galway bay

See her drinkin 16 pints of Padgo Murphy's
When the barman says "I think its time to go"
She doesn't try to speak to him in gaelic
But 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 Claddaugh
Just to watch the suds roll down by Galway Bay.