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Seven years I spent in Galway City
Seven years of happiness and pain
For I loved a lady from the mountains
Now I know we’l never meet again
She had eyes like pearls from the ocean
And she moved as graceful as a fawn
But she loved her hils of Connemara
And her heart was anchored on Ben Bawn
Golden dreams are al I have to cling to
Golden memories of Galway Bay
-Retired Farmer, Athenry
Where I met sweet Mary from the mountains
And she stole my foolish heart away
Often times when shades of night were faling
Hand in hand we’d wander through Salthil
Now she’s gone and left me for her homeland
But in dreams I picture Mary stil
I often hear her gentle whisper
In the breezes blowing from the sea
But I know it’s just imagination
For I know she never thinks of me.
Golden dreams are al I have to cling to
Golden memories of Galway Bay
Where I met sweet Mary from the mountains
And she stole my foolish heart away

 
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