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THE GALWAY SHAWL At Orenmore 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. Cho: 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 play to please him " The Foggy Dew." She sat me down beside the fire 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. I played "The Blackbird" and "The Stack of Barley", " Rodney's Glory" and "The Foggy Dew", She sang each note like an Irish linnet. Whilst the tears stood in her eyes of blue. '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 remained with that Galway shawl. @Irish @music filename[ GLWYSHWL TUNE FILE: BOULVOGE CLICK TO PLAY TUNE FILE: GLWYSHWL CLICK TO PLAY ARB |
The Galway Shawl |
