THE GALWAY SHAWL

Near Erinmore in the County Galway,

One pleasant evening in the month of May,

I spied a damsel, so rarely handsome

Her beauty fairly took my breath away.

She wore no jewels, no costly diamonds,

No paint no powder, no, none at all.

She wore a bonnet with ribbons on it

And round her shoulder was a Galway Shawl.

We kept on walking, and 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.

I sang the Blackbird the Stack's of Barley,

Old Rodney's Glory and the Foggy Dew,

She sang each note like an Irish linnet.

Till tears came into those eyes so blue.

Twas very early, all in the morning,

I took the road for old Donegal.

She sighed and kissed me, then said farewell sir,

But my heart remains wi' the Galway shawl.