Galway After Dark

“For the breezes blowing o’er the seas from Ireland
Are perfumed by the heather as they bloom
And the women in the uplands diggin’ praties
Speak a language that the strangers do not know
For the stranger came and tried to teach us their way
They scorned us just for being what we are
But they might as well go chasing after moonbeams”

John Mcdermott – Galway Bay