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

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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 for him " The Foggy Dew."

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She wore no jewels,

no costly diamonds,
No paint no powder,

no none at all.
She wore a bonnet

with a ribbon on it
And round her shoulders

was a Galway Shawl

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I played "The Blackbird"

and "The Stacks of Barley",

"Rodney's Glory" and "The Foggy Dew",
She sang each note like an Irish linnet.
When the tears fell from her

eyes so blue.

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She wore no jewels,

no costly diamonds,

No paint no powder,

no none at all.

She wore a bonnet

with a ribbon on it

And round her shoulders

was a Galway Shawl

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'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 remains with

the Galway shawl

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She wore no jewels,

no costly diamonds,
No paint no powder,

no none at all.
She wore a bonnet

with a ribbon on it
And round her shoulders

was a Galway Shawl

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