Galway Bay

<br>If you ever go across the sea to Ireland,<br>Then maybe at the closing of your day;<br>You will sit and watch the moonrise over Claddagh, <br>And see the sun go down on Galway Bay,<br>Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream, <br>The women in the meadows making hay;<br>And to sit beside a turf fire in the cabin,<br>And watch the barefoot gossoons at their play,<br>For the breezes blowing o,er the seas from Ireland,<br>Are perfum`d by the heather as they blow;<br>And the women in the uplands diggin` praties,<br>Speak a language that the strangers do not know,<br>For the strangers came and tried to teach us their way,<br>They scorn`d us just for being what we are;<br>But they might as well go chasing after moonbeams,<br>Or light a penny candle from a star.<br>And if there is going to be a life hereafter,<br>And somehow I am sure there`s going to be;<br>I will ask my God to let me make my heaven,<br>In that dear land across the Irish Sea.