The Galway Shawl - Patsy Cline, Corrib Folk

At Oranmore in the county Galway

One pleasant evening in the months of May

I spied a damsel;

she was young and handsome

Her beauty fairly took my breath away

She worn no jewels, nor costly diamonds

No paint nor powder, no none at all

But she worn a bonnet with ribbons on it

And 'round her shoulders was the Galway shawl

We kept on walking, she kept on talking

'Til her father’s cottage came in to view

Said she, «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 singing

All I could think of, was the Galway shawl

She worn no jewels, nor costly diamonds

No paint nor powder, no none at all

But she worn a bonnet with ribbons on it

And 'round her shoulders was the Galway shawl

I played, 'The Black Bird', 'The Stack of Barley'

'Rodney's Glory' and 'The Foggy Dew'

She sang each note like an Irish linnet

And tears weld in her eyes of blue

'Twas early, early, all in the morning

I hit the road for old Donegal

Said she, «Goodbye sir», she cried and kissed me

But my heart remain with the Galway shawl

She worn no jewels, nor costly diamonds

No paint nor powder, no none at all

But she worn a bonnet with ribbons on it

And 'round her shoulders was the Galway shawl