Capítulo 8: Connemara, Galway and Cliffs.

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 fella to do

'Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue'.

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