Traditional song
Dubliners
At Oranmore in the county Galway
One pleasant evening in the month's 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
'Till her fathers 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
from a recording by Andrew Huggan on his Travels album.
At Oranmore in the county Galway
One pleasant evening in the month of May
I spied a maiden, she was young and handsome
Her beauty fairly took my breath away
Cos she wore no jewels, no costly diamonds
No paint nor powder, no none at all
But she wore a bonnet with the ribbon on it
And around her shoulders was the Galway shawl
We kept on walking, she kept on talking
'Till her father's cottage came in to view
She said, 'Come in sir', and meet my father
And play, to please him, 'The Foggy Dew'
And she wore no jewels, no costly diamonds
No paint nor powder, no none at all
But she wore a bonnet with the ribbon on it
And around her shoulders was the Galway shawl
She sat me down beside the fire
I could see her father, he was six feet tall
And then her mother, had the kettle singing
All I could think of, was the Galway shawl
And she wore no jewels, no costly diamonds
No paint nor powder, no none at all
But she wore a bonnet with the ribbon on it
And around her shoulders was the Galway shawl
I sang 'The Black Bird', and 'The Stacks of Barley'
'Rodney's Glory' and 'The Foggy Dew'
And she sang each note like an Irish linnet
While tears fell from her, eyes of blue
And she wore no jewels, no costly diamonds
No paint nor powder, no none at all
But she wore a bonnet with the ribbon on it
And around her shoulders was the Galway shawl
'Twas early, early, all in the morning
When I hit the road for, old Donegal
She said 'goodbye sir', and she sang when kissed me
And my heart remain with the Galway shawl
And she wore no jewels, no costly diamonds
No paint nor powder, no none at all
But she wore a bonnet with the ribbon on it
And around her shoulders was the Galway shawl
Note from Joe Offer: both of these versions are almost identical to the lyrics we already have in the Digital Tradition. You have a tendency to do this. Best to post lyrics that are substantially different from what we have, or ones that offer legitimate corrections. It also helps to document the source of the lyrics you're posting.
Also, use the Filter to search for other threads on the same song, instead of starting new threads.
Thank you.
Joe Offer, Mudcat Music Editor, 29 Dec 2020
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