Galway Bay
The Irish Tenors Lyrics


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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

Overall Meaning

The Irish Tenors’ song Galway Bay is about a man who reminisces about his home country and ponders returning to Ireland someday. However, his nagging wife serves as a deterrence. The lyrics of the song are humorous with the portrayal of the man's wife known for her love for drinking, specifically beer. The man describes how his wife can drink sixteen pints of beer and still walk home without swaying. The lyrics compare the saltwater of the sea to beer, indicating that if the sea was beer, his wife would live and die in Galway Bay. The lyrics also mention the woman's tattoo of Ireland on her back, which she takes pride in.


The song portrays the woman as a humorous character, whose eccentricity is perhaps the reason for the man's frustration. The song might be interpreted as a commentary on the struggles of married life or a light-hearted depiction of the cultural legacy of Ireland. It is possible that the man is questioning whether returning to Ireland is worth the constant nagging of his wife who has a 'mouth as big as Galway Bay'.


Line by Line Meaning

Maybe someday, I'll go back again to Ireland
I long to go back to Ireland someday in the future


And my dear old wife would only pass away
I hope my wife passes away before I return because she nags me too much


She nearly has my heart broke with her naggin'
My wife's constant complaining and criticizing is hurting me emotionally


She's got a mouth as big as Galway Bay
My wife talks excessively and loudly, just like the large bay in Ireland


See her drinkin' sixteen pints of Pabst Blue Ribbon, commercial
My wife can drink a lot of beer without getting drunk, as demonstrated by her ability to consume 16 pints of Pabst Blue Ribbon


And then she can walk home without a sway
After drinking 16 pints of beer, my wife can still walk straight without stumbling


If the sea was beer instead of salty water
If the ocean was filled with beer instead of saltwater


She would live and die in Galway Bay
My wife loves beer so much that she would choose to live and die in Galway Bay if it were filled with beer


See her drinkin' sixteen pints of Padgo Murphy's
Another instance of my wife drinking a lot of beer in one sitting


The barman says, "I think it's time to go"
The bartender tells my wife that it's time to leave the bar because she's had too much to drink


And she doesn't try to speak to him in Gaelic
My wife doesn't attempt to speak to the bartender in the native language of Ireland


In a language that the clergy do not know
My wife speaks in an unknown language that even the local clergy cannot understand


On her back she has tattooed a map of Ireland
My wife has a tattoo of a map of Ireland on her back


And when she takes her bath on Saturday
My wife takes a bath on Saturdays


She rubs the sunlight soap around by Claddaugh
My wife uses sunlight soap to wash herself, focusing on the Claddaugh area of her body


Just to watch the suds flow down by Galway Bay
My wife enjoys seeing the soap suds flow down her body, imagining that it's like the waves in Galway Bay




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Ron Wickman


on Grace

A glorious rendition that tears at one's heart, without histrionics.. Wm. Shakespeare couldn't have said it better.

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