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T:My Own Dear Galway Bay
T:Galway Bay
R:song
C:Francis Fahy (1854-1935)
D:Dolores Keane
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W:It's far away I am today from scenes I roamed a boy,
W:And long ago the hour, I know, I first saw Illinois.
W:But time nor tide nor waters wide, could wean my heart away.
W:Forever true it flies to you, my own dear Galway Bay.
W:
W:Oh, grey and bleak, by shores and creek, the rugged rocks abound.
W:But sweet and green the grass between, as grows on Irish ground.
W:So friendship fond, all wealth beyond, and love that lives always.
W:Bless every home beside your foam, my dear old Galway Bay.
W:
W:Had I youth's blood and hopeful mood, and heart of fire once more.
W:For all the gold the world might hold, I'd never leave your shore.
W:I'd be content with whatever God sent, with neighbours old and grey.
W:And I'd lay my bones 'neath churchyard stones, beside you Galway Bay.
W:
W:The blessings of a poor old man, be with you night and day.
W:The blessings of a poor old man, whose heart will soon be clay.
W:It's all the heaven I'd ask of God, upon my dying day.
W:My soul to soar for evermore, above you, Galway Bay.