#sHe PlAyEd ThE fIdDlE iN aN iRiSh BaNd BuT sHe FeLl In LoVe WiTh An EnGlIsH mAn 🕺✨

[here-am-i-sitting-in-a-tin-can]

*galway girl plays*

*crying* SHUT UP

[izzy140105]

Every time I remember that Ed Sheeran is in Game of Thrones... A little part of me dies on the inside...

[newfoundstateof]

but she fell in love with an english man | b.b. x reader

summary: Academy friends drag Benedict to a tavern to watch Irish fiddle player!reader perform. He buys her a drink. But who can play a fiddle and drink a pint at the same time?

word count: 1.2k

warnings: suggestive but none

a/n: definitely not inspired by those tiktoks of dirty talk bar maids at ren faires, who said that???

“They are spectacular,” Rupert Norton declared with an arm slung over Benedict’s shoulder.

The rest of the Royal Academy students hummed in agreement. Already drunk from the party they left minutes ago, a small group of them stumbled down the cobbled streets of Soho. Earlier that night, news broke that a band that visited a few weeks before Benedict enrolled at the Academy had returned to much anticipation. In an instant, pipes were dropped, coats were gathered, and boots were marching to The Intrepid Fox tavern.

“They’re from Ireland,” someone said.

“I’ve never danced so much in my life,” another added.

“And the fiddle player is quite easy on the eyes,” Rupert slurred into Benedict’s ear. “Try and buy her a drink if you can. That usually gets her attention.”

Benedict laughed. “I’m just here to enjoy the music. As should all of you scoundrels.”

Once inside the tavern, a few of the men beelined to the bar to order whiskey shots for the fiddle player despite the empty stage in the corner. Benedict simply took a seat at the bar, observing the growing crowd. The band’s reputation must have preceded them, as he was soon shoulder to shoulder with the eager fans. But for the next twenty minutes, only chatter filled the room.

“They always like to keep you waiting,” Rupert grumbled into his ale. “But it’s worth it, I promise.”

“I don’t mind,” Benedict smiled. “It’s good people watch-”

The room erupted into cheering, and he turned toward the stage. Sure enough, two men climbed the small wooden platform. One carried a fiddle, the other a flute. The room roared even louder when you emerged with your fiddle, waving a good-natured hand to the audience. Your smile was wide and disarming. Your gaze was equally piercing. Looking at the gleam in your eyes, Benedict knew just how aware you were of your control over the room. Soon the clapping died down, and every soul waited with bated breath to what you would say.

A scrawny kitchen hand hurried up to you and set a tray of shots down on a small barrel.

“Wow,” you breathed. “All this for little old me?”

Benedict found himself chuckling with everyone. As you threw a shot back, his stomach dropped. You were certainly not like the young ladies of the ton. 

“This crowd is mighty impressive, isn’t it, boys?” you asked your bandmates as you all started tuning your instruments. “We appreciate you for coming out. If you don’t know us already, the lad on the flute is Johnny. My fellow friend on the fiddle is Patrick. And I’m Y/N. I have a favor to ask of you all… From now until the last of you sorry lot leave this building, I hereby decree this an Irish pub! That means we will be clapping along to the songs, singing if you know the words, and if you are so inclined, I would love to see some dancing tonight.”

Someone in the audience whistled, evoking more cheers.

“Let’s get started, shall we?” you grinned.

The trio launched into Seven Drunken Nights, a popular jig even Benedict knew. Though his classmates were rowdily singing along, he could only stare at you. Johnny and Patrick generally kept to their places on stage, but you swayed across, drawing your bow theatrically compared to Patrick’s controlled movements. He was the main vocalist, but during the wife’s lines in the song, you sang with the crowd. 

“Ah, you’re drunk, you’re drunk, you silly ol’ fool. Still, you cannot see, that’s a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me!”

Benedict couldn’t decide if you were a better fiddle player or singer, you were impeccable at both. But without a doubt, you were the best at simply putting on a show. You encouraged people to dance along as you skipped across the stage. Benedict could only imagine how taxing it was for you. Dancing, singing, and playing an instrument all while not breaking a sweat. He eyed the tray of shots, turned to the nearest bartender, and ordered something more refreshing for you.

As you strung out the last note of Seven Drunken Nights, the same kitchen hand ran the mug of beer up to your tray. You sighed to yourself.

“Which one of you did this?” you cried out, lifting the mug high.

Heads spun every which way. Benedict froze. Was liquor the only appropriate drink to tip a musician? He wasn’t sure, he’d never been to something like this. Awkwardly, he coughed and raised his hand.

Your eyes found him in the sea of faces, and you smirked. “Don’t be shy, come here!”

 Rupert clapped Benedict on the back. “Don’t screw this up, Bridgerton. She might go home with you tonight.”

Though he had been with many women and dangerously close with a few men, you still intimidated him somehow. Nothing intimate had been on his mind before Rupert’s comment, but now his heart skipped a few beats at just the thought of it. Benedict snaked through the crowd, trying to read the expression on your face. But all you looked was smug, and he wouldn’t be surprised if you poured the ale on his head. 

“Finally,” you breathed as he stood before you. “One of you buys a lady a real drink!”

He exhaled in relief.

“I’m afraid I’m quite thirsty though,” you pout, getting down on one knee. The stage was barely a foot off the ground, putting your face directly in front of Benedict’s wide shoulders. “And we need to get on with the next song, but I don’t have enough hands. Would you help me, good sir?”

Without waiting for his response, you shoved the drink in his hands and looked up to the ceiling. Before Benedict could blink, you were poising your instrument and drawing out a note with your bandmates following suit.

“We’re lucky I don’t sing in this one,” you smile, giving him a pointed look. “Get on with it, now. I’m parched.”

Never one to argue with a lady, Benedict slowly tilted the rim of the glass to your lips and poured the liquid steadily down your throat. You looked up through your lashes at him, daring him to look away. But he didn’t. Only when some of the ale dripped down your chin and onto your bodice did his gaze break yours.

“Should I stop?” he asked.

You shook your head, “No,” as much as you could with your lips around the glass.

As you neared the last dregs, your head tilted back more and more to get it all. The eroticism of it all was not lost on Benedict, especially as you swallowed the last gulp and moaned audibly. The growing friction in the front of his pants was no help. But once the glass was finished, you rose to your feet and sent him off with a wink. As you spun to the other side of the stage, the hem of your skirt brushed his groin and he mindlessly reached for the fabric. But you were gone. In a trance, Benedict walked backward to his friends at the bar, adjusting himself. 

“Has she done that before,” he coughed.

“I’ve never seen that before,” Rupert crowed. “And I’ve seen them perform at least five times since I started at the Academy.”

“You’ve got to talk to her after, Bridgerton,” someone urged.

“Can I come along?” a voice teased.

“You’re the luckiest bastard on earth right now,” another sighed.

Across the room, you caught him starring and blew him a quick kiss.

“Yes,” he murmured. “Luckiest bastard on earth.”

[nic-coughlan]

If Luke or Nic post something about Galway screening I need them to use Galway Girl cause it’s so them! 🇮🇪😂

you know, she played the fiddle in an irish band but she fell in love with an english man, kissed her on the neck and then i took her by the hand, said, "baby, i just want to dance" my pretty little Galway Girl

[oscarsgallery]

She played re fiddle in an Irish band and she fell in love with an English man kidded her on the neck and took her by the hand baby just eansn dance

@basementdwellerq

am i supposed to play the fiddle now or.

[fountainpenguin]

"She played the fiddle in an Irish band, but she fell in love with an Englishman... Kissed her on the neck and then I took her by the hand-" (x)

New Fairly OddParents 'fic update today!

Reedfilter Rules - Chapter 4

"Swimming With Sharks"

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🗄️ Reedfilter Rules AU

✨ More Fairly OddParents 'fics

"I'm very busy, you know. I can't stay for long. Can I touch you again? And then I'm off." "It's wrong. Our Fairies match. We're soul-crossers if we do." "That just tempts me more. Don't tell me you haven't wondered how they drive each other mad."

In which the Anti-Cosmo searches for his missing son, the Anti-Wanda doesn't make sandwiches, and Thirty-Seven finally meets the High Count for dinner theater.

ft. 2017 art of A.C. and A.W. because I'm sick and that's what I had on hand

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

.: Reedfilter Rules :.

Such music tries to tell us that The air is yearning to contain Whatever consonance of passion Happens to be the current fashion Of disembodied pain

- Excerpt from The Grey Among the Green, John Fuller, 1988

Swimming With Sharks

Spring of the Lightly Trodden Stones

~20 minutes after Chapter 3

Graydale - Outskirts of Pixie World - Morning

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She hears his voice just north of the worst of times; it drifts in from the front counter to where she's working in the back: "Will you ask Tas-pri d'vixil if she'll speak with me after her shift?"

"Blitz you," says the girl at the counter, who probably didn't even look up. She's a teen; she's always like this with everyone. At this point, Vixil's the only one willing to lend her a job… and she did, of course, because she was that kind of girl once upon a time. She smothers her laughter as Eskel's voice tips up in confusion.

"I beg your pardon?"

"You want to drag us into a war with the Pixies, right? Well, get your sandwiches somewhere else."

"I want to avoid another war," he says, so bewildered now that Vixil does laugh, "and I'm not here for a sandwich. I need to see Vixil."

"What, are you gonna blitz her on the food prep surfaces or something?"

"No? I need her help, woman; I suggest you mind your tongue."

"Are you threatening me?"

That's enough. Vixil wipes her hands dry on a towel and heads out front to greet him. "Aw, hey, High Count! Really been missing you lately. You should come around more often; I could make your favorite sandwiches half-price. Not for free. That'd be cutting you down a lot." And to the girl, who's floating there looking salty, her hair cascading down just one side of her head, she adds, "You can take your break, hon. I'll help him; we can't keep the boss waiting."

One frumpy look later, she'd gone and they're alone. "So what's up?" Vixil asks. She glances across the empty sandwich shop. They only have three tables. It's not lunch yet… "Is this private Count business? You can step in the back. It's just me today. Good to see ya."

"Yeah… Hey." Eskel says it real casual, swaying just a little on his heels so one arm flops. He swings it high to scratch behind his neck, following her to the back room. She shuts the door tight. "It's, uh… Well, it's been quite a while, hasn't it? How've you been? … You look good. Is the jacket new?"

How has she been? Vixil purses her lips, tapping nails against her thigh. "I've been keepin' busy. We had some holiday events at the shop." Her ex came a'lurking a couple times this week, but Eskel won't wanna hear that. She don't wanna tell him, either- It ain't none of his business. It could be, if he came around and tried to be her friend (or even just be social). It'd be a start. Why don't he come? Maybe he just forgot she cared. Vixil leans one hip and elbow on the counter, stretching out her legs just enough to put her back end out there without him calling her fast. She is, he knows, but they're playing pretend. "You ain't lookin' bad yourself. Shed the suspend-ies like a rattlesnake, huh? Or do they go all the way up underneath?"

Eskel's eyes flick to her rear, lingering a few beats longer than they probably should (If he really were polite). But he draws his focus to her face again before he speaks, which is close enough to looking at her the whole time. Technically, he was looking at her. "They're… present. My mother thinks I'm less likely to tumble into trouble if I dress in buckles and modern flair."

"Well, are ya?"

"You know who I am," he softly says. With his head tilted forward, his green eyes look ghostly peeking out beneath his night-blue hair. Yeah, that's the color of trees when they're lit with lightning that's not yet struck. Vixil's arms prickle up. Oh. She plays it cool though, gliding one hand along the counter. It's just whatever, y'know… that he's here. He never visits enough. She moves her elbow back, prepared to turn away, only for Eskel's hand to close over her knuckles like a mousetrap. He catches her eyes in those flytraps of his. Really, traps is the best way to describe him. You better learn this fast if you think you can steal him away.

"Hey."

He doesn't move the hand away. "I still think of that night, if I'm honest… How electric the air tasted in those moments before you'd so much as laid hand on me."

"I remember you din't brush your teeth and ya tasted like cheese and jam."

Eskel's grimace dances in the corners of those shiny-lit eyes. "Yes, well… Perhaps I was a mite hasty to follow on your heels like a drooling hound to bed, but don't pretend you didn't enjoy it. When I kissed you past the point of sentient thought, you groaned hard enough to snuff every candle in the room."

"Mm… Yeah, I did. You were pretty good at that. Whatcha want? Why'd you come?"

His face slides back into practiced professionalism; he clears his throat in his hand. Vixil watches that, barely trying with her own. She pulls her fingers through her ponytail and lets the rest fall where it may. "Ah, yes… I'm afraid I do have a motive for showing up unannounced after all these years. Have you seen our son? He didn't make it to school."

Oh. He's only here because he's looking for Eskel-ju. Vixil flits her thoughts towards Pixie World, caressing it the way she's always wanted to, but rarely gets to try. She was in disguise the first time Eskel ever crossed her path. It was at the greenhouse. She's quite certain her pixie disguise turned out less flawed than his; she studied those whose culture she sought to infiltrate before she took the plunge. Pixies are not nearly as crisp, clumsy, and charming as he.

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[pluralquotebook]

H: (British, singing Ed Sheeran) She played the fiddle in an Irish band, but she fell in love with an Englishman~

G: Can (F) even play the fiddle?

H: Dunno. I could teach her.

G: She was already named after one song, you don't have to make every single other song match her.

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[thelasttime]

she played the fiddle in an irish band but she fell in love with an englishman

[inthedayswhenlandswerefew]

She played the fiddle in an Irish band. But she fell in love with an English man. Kissed her on the neck and then I took her by the hand. Said, "Baby, I just want to dance"

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[socks-wizard-money-gang]

she played the fiddle in an irish band but she fell in love with an englishman

What are you talking about

[animalz-cannibalz]

Dear, y/n

Hey.. it's bakugou. Are you doing okay puppy? You seem sad, can I help you?? I'm here if you need me, my sugar puppy. 😊😊😊☺️☺️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

SHUT THE UFKC UP KILL YOURSELF I HATE U HOPE BABY GRONK RIZZES UP DUKE DENNIS SO YOU CAN EDGE IN OHIO. I HOPE YOUR FORCED TO BREAK YOUR EDGING STREAK BECAUSE OF A GOONING GLOVE. I HOPE TORI COMES TO YOUR HOUSE RANDOMLY SAYING SOME FUCKING SHIT LIKE "cuddlesss~ 😊" GET THE FUCK OUT WITH THAT PUPPY SHIT BRUH OMFG PLSSS. I HOPE YOU DRINK GINGER JUICE AND BECOME A FRECKLED KID WITH WHITE LASHES AND BARE SKIN WITH ORANGE ASS HAIR.

she played the fiddle in an Irish band but she fell in love with an English man. Kiss her on the neck and then I took her by the hand— baby I just wanna dance!!!>_<

[lilniina]

she played the fiddle in an Irish band but she fell in love with an English man😜

[meglinpancake]

she played the fiddle in an Irish band, but she fell in love with an English (wo)man- kissed her on the neck and then I took her by the hand- said, “baby, I just wanna dance”- with my pretty little Galway Girl

[hauntedstarlighttiger]

Mundos Alternos (Hiro y Oc Fem Reader)

-Estas loca-Comentó mi amiga con sorpresa.

-No se si funcionara quieres así que tranquila no me pasara nada-Digo animada viendo todo sobre como shiftiar en mi celular-Además solo lo are para probarlo

-Esta bien pero si te pasa algo te mató-Dijo con seriedad pero con diversión-

-Te prometo que no pasara nada Sara-Al llegar a mi casa me despido de mi amiga-Nos vemos mañana en la escuela.

-¿Hola? ¿hay alguien en casa?-Supongo que no van a llegar pensé mientras suspiraba y subí a mi habitación para dejar mi mochila-Bueno a arreglar todo antes de que caiga la noche.

Hice mis quehaceres del hogar, me bañe y subí a mi cuarto

-Ok ahora solo falta hacer mi tarea y hacer el guión pensé  para hacer mis tareas-Pero escuche mi teléfono sonar-

Llamada entrante

Hola Madre

Hola Alex mi niña vamos a llegar tarde si así que no nos esperes come te dejamos dinero

Oh entiendo entonces les dejo comida

Si gracias mi niña te dejo si adiós

-Adiós-Pero ya me había colgado suspiro trate de no prestar atención a eso así que solo termine para bajar a cocinar-

Al bajar pongo mi playlist para distraerme mientras cocino pero empezó a sonar Galway Girl 

-She played the fiddle in an Irish band-Cante una parte de la canción mientras cocinaba y pensé cantar esto con alguien sería muy lindo la verdad-

-Kissed her on the neck and then-Estaba haciendo los camarones mientras la pasta se cosía-But she fell in love with an English man-Me deje guiar por la canción mientras bailaba un poco.

-She played the fiddle in an Irish band-Le subí más a la canción mientras cantaba-But she fell in love with an English man-Saque los camarones y las puse en la pasta que ya estaba preparada.

-Luego de terminar la pasta fui a hacer un agua-Said, "baby, I just want to dance"-Saque los ingredientes para hacer el jugo de naranja.

-With my pretty little Galway girl-Exprimí las  naranjas poco a poco-My, my, my ... Galway girl-Tire la basura y la prepare.

-I took her by the hand-Les guarde su comida a mis padres y me sente para comer-My pretty little Galway girl...-Pero sonó mi celular 

Llamada entrante 

Hola Sara ¿qué pasa?

Nada solo quería saber si ya lo vas a hacer

Tranquila niña no va a pasar nada malo

Lo siento preocupación de mejor amiga jaja

Tranquila esta bien  además dicen que no funciona a la primera así que no se sabe

Entendido mañana me dices si pasa algo adios Alex 

Adiós Sara nos vemos mañana

-Ya era de noche así que prepare todo para Shiftiar y ver a donde ire-Bueno hay varias opciones pero solo quiero uno haber un anime o caricatura mm..

Al ya elegir empece a escribir el guión sobre la realidad deseada a la que quería ir y esa era Grandes Heroes al ya tener todo listo me acomode y repase mi guión 3 veces y probé en método 1 2 3  

A la mañana siguiente 

-Suspire al levantarme-No funciono bueno lo volvere a intentar después de que venga de la escuela.

-!Alex ya levantante¡-Respondí con un "Si" para prepararme para ir a la escuela-Apúrate a desayunar ya es tarde.

-Buenos días Madre-Agarre mi desayune-¡Y mi Padre?

-Se fue a las oficinas y yo igual ya me voy solo te dejó el dinero y adiós hija-Dijo rápidamente para luego salir de casa-

Al salir de casa veo a Sara y me voy con ella a la escuela 

-¿Y como te fue?-Le conté que no había funcionado-A ya y lo vas a volver a intentar.

-Si no me voy a rendir-Llegamos al salón y nos sentamos en nuestros lugares al ver que llegó la Maestra.

En el Recreo 

-Estas segura Alex tal vez tengas que probar otros-Comentó mientras comía-¿Quieres?

-Aun no se sabe si necesito otro voy a seguir probando este método haber si al menos tengo efectos-Luego mire los púlpitos de salchicha-Si quiero.

Luego de ese día seguí probando ese método pero también probé otros tipos de métodos si con algunos tuve unos efectos y otros no me funcionaron en ese lapso de tiempo ya habían pasado 4 meses 

Ahora solo estaba en mi cuarto haciendo una tarea hasta que recibí una llamada de Sara así empezamos a hablar un rato hasta que me comento de RD

Llamada Entrante

Aun no te vas a rendir ya pasaron 4 meses 

No me voy a rendir Sara además imagínate no sería emocionante o divertido

Si sería genial pero bueno al menos ya tienes efectos supongo que no hay que perder las esperanzas

 Eso bueno me voy tengo que acabar la tarea y luego dormir

Descansa Sara

Descansa Alex

Al colgar la llamada recibí un mensaje de Mi Padre 

Padre

Hija llegaremos tarde a casa cierra todo y duerme mañana nos vemos

Alex

Ok Padre

-Luego de eso suspire triste-Bueno al menos mañana es Sábado-Dije y me fue a acostar para ver mi celular y que método usar ahora-Ok no, no y no.

-Seguí buscando por un buen rato y recordé el de 1 2 3-¿Y si lo vuelvo a usar?-Pense a lo que lo probé 

Empece a escuchar voces y una luz blanca se ilumino en mi cara pero no abrí los ojos hasta que desperté

-Supongo que no funciono-Ya que seguía siendo de noche me levante y fui por agua pero cuando baje vi que no se parecía a mi casa así que solté un grito pero escuche a alguien bajar rapidamente del segundo piso.

-¿Qué pasa hija?-Dije una señora preocupada me sorprendí de que era igual a mi Madre-Alex ¿qué paso por que gritaste?-Luego bajó un señor parecido a mi Padre

-¿Estas bien cariño?-A lo que asentí confundida-Hay mira te lastimaste-Confundida me examine y recuerdo que tire el baso de vidrio por el grito que di.

-Perdón-Hable nerviosa mientras recogía los vidrios a lo que ellos se arrodillaron y me ayudaron-Lo siento mucho-Dije nerviosa de que me regañaran como en Casa.

-Esta bien ve a que te cure tu Madre-Sonrío mi Padre a mi para que no se preocupara por el baso roto-

-Si te lastimaste pero bueno al menos no es profundo-Me vendo el pie-Ya esta ahora me a dormir mañana tienes clases-Habló animada mi Madre-

Yo solo me fui a mi cuarto no sin antes abrazarlos y decirles buenas noches

-Lo logre-Me tire a mi cama emocionada para levantarme y ver mi habitación-Ok ahora a planear todo para que salga bien.

Nombre:Sara Wilson

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: March 17, 2017

Lyrics:

She played the fiddle in an Irish band

But she fell in love with an English man

Kissed her on the neck and then I took her by the hand

Said, "Baby, I just want to dance"

I met her on Grafton street right outside of the bar

She shared a cigarette with me while her brother played the guitar

She asked me what does it mean, the Gaelic ink on your arm?

Said it was one of my friend's songs, do you want to drink on?

She took Jamie as a chaser, Jack for the fun

She got Arthur on the table with Johnny riding a shotgun

Chatted some more, one more drink at the bar

Then put Van on the jukebox, got up to dance

You know, she played the fiddle in an Irish band

But she fell in love with an English man

Kissed her on the neck and then I took her by the hand

Said, "Baby, I just want to dance"

With my pretty little Galway Girl

You're my pretty little Galway Girl

You know she beat me at darts and then she beat me at pool

And then she kissed me like there was nobody else in the room

As last orders were called was when she stood on the stool

After dancing to Cèilidh singing to trad tunes

I never heard Carrickfergus ever sang so sweet

A capella in the bar using her feet for a beat

Oh, I could have that voice playing on repeat for a week

And in this packed out room swear she was singing to me

You know, she played the fiddle in an Irish band

But she fell in love with an English man

Kissed her on the neck and then I took her by the hand

Said, "Baby, I just want to dance"

My pretty little Galway Girl

My, my, my, my, my, my, my Galway Girl

My, my, my, my, my, my, my Galway Girl

My, my, my, my, my, my, my Galway Girl

And now we've outstayed our welcome and it's closing time

I was holding her hand, her hand was holding mine

Our coats both smell of smoke, whisky and wine

As we fill up our lungs with the cold air of the night

I walked her home then she took me inside

To finish some Doritos and another bottle of wine

I swear I'm gonna put you in a song that I write

About a Galway Girl and a perfect night

Songwriter:

She played the fiddle in an Irish band

But she fell in love with an English man

Kissed her on the neck and then I took her by the hand

Said, "Baby, I just want to dance"

My pretty little Galway Girl

My, my, my, my, my, my, my Galway Girl

My, my, my, my, my, my, my Galway Girl

My, my, my, my, my, my, my Galway Girl

Johnny Mcdaid / Foy Vance / Sean Graham / Damian Mckee / Eamon Murray / Liam Bradley / Niamh Dune

SongFacts:

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[cartoonfangirl1218]

You know she beat me at darts and then she beat me at pool And then she kissed me like there was nobody else in the room As last orders were called was when she stood on the stool After dancing to Cèilidh singing to trad tunes I never heard Carrickfergus ever sang so sweet A capella in the bar using her feet for a beat Oh, I could have that voice playing on repeat for a week And in this packed out room swear she was singing to me

You know, she played the fiddle in an Irish band But she fell in love with an English man Kissed her on the neck and then I took her by the hand Said, "Baby, I just want to dance" My pretty little Galway Girl