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