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