In Oranmore 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
She wore no jewels nor costly diamonds No paint or powder, no, none at all She wore a bonnet with ribbons on it And around her shoulders was a 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
As we kept on walking, she kept on talking 'Til her father's cottage came into view She said, 'Come in, sir, and meet my father And play for him 'The Foggy Dew''
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, 'Goodbye, sir', she cried and kissed me And my heart remained with the Galway shawl
She wore no jewels nor costly diamonds No paint or powder, no, none at all She wore a bonnet with ribbons on it And around her shoulders was a Galway shawl