The Galway Shawl

In Oranmore in the County Galway,
One pleasant evening in the month of May,
I spied a damsel, she was young and handsome,
Her beauty fairly stole my breath away

We kept on walking, she kept on talking,
Till her father's cottage came into view,
She said "Come in sir and meet my father,
And play for him The Foggy Dew"

She wore no jewels, no costly diamonds,
No paint, nor powder, no none at all,
She wore a bonnet with a ribbon on it,
And 'round her shoulders was a Galway Shawl

I played The Blackbird and The Stacks of Barley,
Rodney's Glory, and The Foggy Dew,
She sang each note like an Irish linnet,
When the tears fell from her eyes of blue

She wore no jewels, no costly diamonds,
No paint, nor powder, no none at all,
She wore a bonnet with a ribbon on it,
And 'round her shoulders was a Galway Shawl

Was early, early, all in the morning,
That I hit the road for ol' Donegal,
She said "Goodbye sir", she cried and kissed me,
My heart remains with the Galway Shawl

She wore no jewels, no costly diamonds,
No paint, nor powder, no none at all,
She wore a bonnet with a ribbon on it,
And 'round her shoulders was a Galway Shawl

She wore no jewels, no costly diamonds,
No paint, nor powder, no none at all,
But she wore a bonnet with a ribbon on it,
And 'round her shoulders was a Galway Shawl

And 'round her shoulders was a Galway Shawl