Near Oranmore in the County Galway.
One pleasant evening in the month of May.
I spied a damsel, she was fair and handsome.
And her beauty nearly took my breath away.
She wore no jewels, no costly diamonds.
No paint nor powder, no none at all.
She wore a bonnet, with ribbons on it.
And 'round her shoulders was a Galway shawl.
We kept on walking, we kept on talking.
Till her father's cottage came into view.
She said, "Come in sir, and meet my father.
And play to please him, 'The Foggy Dew.'"
She wore no jewels, no costly diamonds.
No paint nor powder, no none at all.
She wore a bonnet, with ribbons on it.
And 'round her shoulders was a Galway shawl.
I played "The Blackbird," "The Stack of Barley,"
"Rodney's Glory," and "The Foggy Dew."
She sang each note like an Irish linnet.
Till the tears came down her eyes of blue.
She wore no jewels, no costly diamonds.
No paint nor powder, no none at all.
She wore a bonnet, with ribbons on it.
And 'round her shoulders was a Galway shawl.
All early early, all in the morning.
I took the road, for old Donegal.
She cried and kissed me and said, "Goodbye sir!"
But my heart remains with that Galway shawl.
She wore no jewels, no costly diamonds.
No paint nor powder, no none at all.
She wore a bonnet, with ribbons on it.
And 'round her shoulders was a Galway shawl.
And my heart remains with that Galway shawl!