Well, I took a stroll on the old long walk Of a day -I-ay-I-ay
I met a little girl and we stopped to talk Of a fine soft day -I-ay-I-ay
And I ask you, friend, what’s a fella to do
Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue
And I knew right then I’d be taking a whirl
‘Round the Salthill Prom with a Galway girl
And she asked me up to her flat downtown Of a fine soft day -I-ay-I-ay
When I woke up I was all alone with a broken heart and a ticket home