The Galway Shawl

The Galway Shawl. . , At Oranmore in the county Galway , One pleasant evening in the month's of May , I spiced a damsel, she was young and handsome , Her beauty fairly took my breath away, She wore no jewels, nor costly diamonds , No paint nor powder, no none at all , But she worn a bonnet with ribbons on it , and round ber shoulders was the Galway shawl, We kept on walking she kept on talking , Till her fathers cottage came into view , Said she, Come in sir, and meet my father , and play, to please him. The Foggy Dew,, She sat me down beside the hearthstone , could see her father he was six feet tall , and soon her mother, had the kettle singing , All could think of, was the Galway shawl, She wore no jewels, nor costly diamonds , No paint nor powder, no none at all , But she worn a bonnet with ribbons on it , and round her shoulders was the Galway shawl, I played.' The Black Bird: The Stack of Barley' , 'Rodney's Glory' and 'The Foggy Dew' , She sang each note like an Irish linnet , and tears weld in her eyes of blue, Twas early, early, all in the morning , I hit the road for old Donegal , Said she, 'goodbye sir', she cried and kissed me , But my heart remain with the Galway shawl, She wore no jewels, nor costly diamonds , No paint nor powder, no none at all , But she worn a bonnet with ribbons on it , and round ber shoulders was the Galway shawl