Maybe someday, I'll go back again to Ireland
And my dear old wife would only pass away
She nearly has my heart broke with her naggin'
She's got a mouth as big as Galway Bay
See her drinkin' sixteen pints of Pabst Blue Ribbon, commercial
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 her drinkin' sixteen pints of Padgo Murphy's
The barman says, I think it's time to go
And she doesn't try to speak to him in Gaelic
In 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 flow down by Galway Bay