The Galway Shawl - (Live)

At 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

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

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

I played The Blackbird and The Stack of Barley
Rodney's Glory and The Foggy Dew
She sang each note like an Irish linnet
And the tears stood in her eyes of blue

'Twas early, early, all in the morning
I hit the road for old Donegal
She said goodbye, sir, she smiled and kissed me
And my heart remained with the Galway shawl
And round her shoulder was the Galway shawl.



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Writer(s): John James Ryan
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