Here's a slightly different version from Dermot Hegarty. The Man/Maam is not clear on the recording. On first hearing it sounded like Man, but when I slowed it down it sounded like Maam. But I agree that Maam would seem to make more sense (it is on the road to Oughterard), so I've gone with that!

I'll try and put the tune up later for that last request.

Mick

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CONNEMARA ROSE
(music:Dermot O'Brien, words:Jimmy McGee)


  Well, I met a girl from Connemara, far West from Galway town.
  Her blue eyes shone with beauty and her red hair flowin' down.
  She lives among the mountains where the wild, wild heather grows,
  And her name it's Kate O'Hara, she's my Connemara rose.

Well, I knew when first I saw her on the road to Oughterard,
That somehow, some way, some day, she'd be tennant of my heart.
She smiled at me so sweetly as the stream beside her flowed,
And from that day I'll ne'er forget my Connemara rose.

Well it seems like endless time went by before I saw her smile,
But the memory of her love sustains me every lonely mile.
She was waiting as she promised when I came back to propose,
And to ask her father for the hand of my Connemara rose.

  Oh, she comes from Connemara, far West from Galway town
  Her blue eyes shone with beauty and her red hair flowin' down.
  She lives among the mountains where the wild, wild heather grows,
  And her name it's Kate O'Hara, she's my Connemara rose.

Well, tomorrow we will walk the aisle in that little church in Maam
And there we'll take the vows for life to live and work as one.
Our sons will grow to manhood where the wild, wild heather grows,
And I hope that they'll be proud, like me, of my Connemara rose.

  Oh, she comes from Connemara, far West from Galway town
  Her blue eyes shone with beauty and her red hair flowin' down.
  She lives among the mountains where the wild, wild heather grows,
  And her name it's Kate O'Hara, she's my Connemara rose.

  Oh, she comes from Connemara, far West from Galway town
  Her blue eyes shone with beauty and her red hair flowin' down.
  She lives among the mountains where the wild, wild heather grows,
  And her name it's Kate O'Hara, she's my Connemara rose.



Source: Dermot Hegarty, album Connemara Rose