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 took my breath away.
As we kept on walking, she kept on talking,
Till her father's cottage came into view;
Said she: "Come in, sir, and meet me father,
And for to please him, play The Foggy Dew."
She wore no jewels or costly diamonds,
No paint or powder, oh no, none at all;
She wore a bonnet with a ribbon on it,
And around her shoulder was the Galway shawl.
I played The Black Bird and The Stack of Barley,
Rodney's Glory and The Foggy Dew;
She sang each note like an Irish linnet,
And the tears flowed in her, her eyes of blue.
'Twas early, early, all in the morning,
I hit the road for old Donegal;
Said she, "Goodbye, sir," as she cried and kissed me,
And me heart remains with the Galway shawl.
She wore no jewels or costly diamonds,
No paint or powder, oh no, none at all;
She wore a bonnet with a ribbon on it,
And around her shoulder was the Galway shawl.
And around her shoulder was the Galway shawl.