Conference tallis::celt

    Good grief, Gerry, a Galwayman not knowing those words.....like
    suggesting a Kerryman who didn't know the "Rose of Tralee",
    a Corkonian who didn't know the "Banks....", a Dub who didn't know
    "Molly Malone", or a Clareman who didn't know "The Boys of
    Ballyvaughan".
                  
    Dolores has a (if not the definitive) version on one of her albums
    with her husband. I may have Gerry Mulholland's single of "Galway
    Bay" (collectors item) at home...will check tonight.
    
                     

    
    
    	Gerry: Do you want the original version or the Clancy Brother
    	       version ?	:-)	
    
    
    
    
    	keVin
    

    
    
    
    	On her back she has tatooed the map of Ireland,
    	And when she takes her bath on Saturday,
    	She rubs the Sunlight Soap around by Claddagh,
    	Just to watch the suds flow down by Galway Bay.

    KeVin & Kevin: I have the Dolores Keane version but this is not the one
    I want. I know the Gerry Mullholland version also ....
     
        It's OK, It's OK, you just listen to what I say,
        It's OK, It's OK, Life is fun,
        On Galway Bay.
    
    I presume its the original version I'm looking for.
    
    Ashamedly Yours,
    
    Gerry.

    Can it be that nobody out there knows the words for Galway Bay?
    I was sure I would be inundated with replies, but apparently I'm
    not the only Galwayman not to know the words.
    
    Anyway I have a few weeks left so I hope I can come up with them
    elsewhere.
    
    Gerry
    

    
    	If you ever go across the sea to Ireland,
    	then maybe at the closin of your day,
    	you will sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh,
    	and watch the barefoot gassins(sp) at their play.
    	Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream,
        The women in the meadows makin hay,
    	and to sit beside a turf fire in the cabin,
    	and see the sun go down on Galway Bay.
    
    	Oer the breezes blowin oer the seas from Ireland,
    	are perfumed by the heather as they blow,
    	and the women in the upland diggin craties,
    	speak a language that the strangers do not know.
    	For the strangers came and tried to teach us their way,
    	they scorned us just for bein what we are,
    	but they might as well go chasing after moonbeams,
    	or light a penny candle from a star.
    	And if there's goin to be a life hereafter,
    	and faith, I'm sure there's goin to be,
    	I will ask my God to let me make my heaven,
    	in that dear land across the Irish Sea.
    

  RE: .6  Thanks a MILLION. Now I just have to get Fiona, My daughter to learn
    it in time for Paddy's DAy.
    
    Thanks again,
    
    Gerry

  Not to be picky but here is the original version of Galway Bay as
  written and composed by Dr. Arthur Colahan. 	
    
  The reason I know this is the correct version is because he was my uncle
  and I happen to possess the original manuscript with all his works, and
  my brother has the piano it was composed on.

  Regards,
  Phil 

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