Galway Shawl - Brier

At Orenmore 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

Cho: 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 play to please him «The Foggy Dew.»

She sat me down beside the fire

I could see her father, he was six feet tall

And soon her mother had the kettle singing

All I could think of was the Galway shawl

I played «The Blackbird» and «The Stack of Barley»

«Rodney's Glory» and «The Foggy Dew»

She sang each note like an Irish linnet

Whilst the tears stood in her eyes of blue

'Twas early, early, all in the morning

When I hit the road for old Donegal

She said 'Goodby, sir,'she cried and kissed me

And my heart remained with that Galway shawl