Near Oranmore, in the county Galway, One peasant evening, in the month of May,
I spied a damsel, she was fair and handsome, And her beauty nearly 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.
She kept on walking, and she kept on talking, Till her father's cottage it came into view.
Said she, come in, sir, and meet my father, And pray to please him, the foggy Jew.
I fled the blackboard, the stack of irony, O'er Rodney's glory and the foggy Jew.
She assigned each note, like an Irish linnet, Till tears came into her eyes of blue.
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.
T'was early, early, early in the morning, I took and wrote her, oh, dolly, God.
She sighed and kissed me, then she said goodbye, sir, But me heart remains with that Galway shawl.
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.