The Galway Shawl

On Oranmore in the County Galway
One summer's morning in the month of May
He spied a colleen, she was tall and handsome
And she nearly stole his whole heart away

She wore no jewels nor costly diamonds
Nor paint or powder, no none at all
She wore a bonnet with red roses on it
And on her shoulders hung the Galway shawl

As they kept walking they kept talking
Till his father's cottage came into view
Very soon his mother had a kettle boiling
But all he could think of was the Galway shawl

He played The Blackbird and The Stack of Barley
And Rodney's Glory and The Foggy Dew
She sang each note like an Irish linnet
Till down her cheeks came the tears like dew

She set out early on next morning
To hit the road for Donegal
She kissed and hugged him and then she left him
And she stole his heart in her Galway shawl