In Oranmore in the county Galway
One pleasant evening in the month of May
I spied a damsel, so fair and handsome
And her beauty took my breath away
She wore no jewellery, no costly diamonds
No paint nor powder, no none at all
She wore a bonnet with a ribbon on it
And around her shoulders was a Galway shawl


She kept on talking, we kept on walking
Her fathers cottage it came in to view
She said, 'Come in sir', and meet my father
And play, to please him, 'The Foggy Dew'
She sat me down beside the hearthstone
I could see her father he was six feet tall
And soon her mother, had the kettle humming
All I could think of, was the Galway shawl


I sang, 'The Black Bird' and 'The Stack of Barley'
And 'Rodney's Glory' and 'The Foggy Dew'
She sang each note like an Irish linnet
And tears they weld in her eyes of blue
'Twas early, early, all in the morning
I hit the road for old Donegal
She said, 'goodbye sir' and cried and kissed me
My heart remained with the Galway shawl


In Oranmore in the county Galway
One pleasant evening in the month of May