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Posted By: Joe Offer
29-Dec-20 - 06:29 PM
Thread Name: Origins: Galway Shawl - author
Subject: RE: Origins: Galway Shawl - author
Here's the entry for this song in the Traditional Ballad Index:

Galway Shawl, The

DESCRIPTION: The singer walks out in May and sees a beautiful girl in a Galway shawl. He comes to her home and meets her parents. She sings beautifully to his musical accompaniment. He leaves the next morning, but cannot stop thinking of her.
AUTHOR: unknown
EARLIEST DATE: 1936 (Sam Henry collection)
KEYWORDS: courting beauty father mother music separation
FOUND IN: Ireland Canada(Newf)
REFERENCES (3 citations):
SHenry H652, p. 269, "The Galway Shawl" (1 text, 1 tune)
Bennett-Downey 14, pp. 108-110, "The Galway Shawl" (1 text)

Roud #2737
Margaret Barry, "The Galway Shawl" (on IRMBarry-Fairs)
Lou O'Driscoll, "Galway Shawl" (on MUNFLA/Leach)

NOTES [43 words]: Also see a text and hear an excerpt of "Galway Shawl" among Newfoundland songs as sung by Lou O'Driscoll on the "MacEdward Leach and the Songs of Atlantic Canada" site at, accessed February 17, 2015. - BS
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File: HHH652

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And here are the lyrics we have in the Digital Tradition. Any corrections?


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.

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