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In Oranmore in the County Galway,
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One pleasant evening in the month of May;
I spied a damsel, she was young and handsome,
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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, she kept on talking,
Till her father's cottage came into view;
She said: Come in, sir, and meet my father,
And play to please 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,
And the tears they flowed in her eyes of blue.
'Twas early, early, all in the morning,
I hit the road for old Donegal;
She said: Goodbye, sir, she cried and kissed me,
And my heart remained with the Galway shawl.