Lyrics:

At 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.

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 for to please him play The Foggy Dew.'

I played The Blackbird and The Stack of Barley
Rodney's Glory and The Foggy Dew
She sang each note like an Irish linnet.
And the tears stood in her eyes of blue.

'Twas early, early, all in the morning,
I hit the road for old Donegal.
She said goodbye, sir, she smiled and kissed me,
And my heart remained with the Galway shawl.
And round her shoulder was the Galway shawl...