At Oranmore in the county Galway
One pleasant evening in the month of May
I spied a damsel, so fair and handsome
And her beauty took my breath away
She wore no jewelry, nor costly diamonds
No paint nor powder, no none at all
But she worn a bonnet with a ribbon on it
And 'round her shoulders was the Galway shawl
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She kept on talking, we kept on walking
'Til her fathers cottage came in to view
She said, "Come in sir, and meet my father
And play, to please him, The Foggy Dew"
She sat me down beside the hearthstone
I could see her father, he was six feet tall
And soon her mother, had the kettle humming
All I could think of, was the Galway shawl
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I sang The Black Bird and The Stacks of Barley
And Rodney's Glory and The Foggy Dew
She sang each note like an Irish linnet
And the tears weld in her eyes of blue
'Twas early, early, all in the morning
I hit the road for old Donegal
She said, "Goodbye sir" and cried and kissed me
My heart remained with the Galway shawl
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At Oranmore in the county Galway
One pleasant evening in the month of May