I got this most beautiful version of the Galway Shawl from the late and great Fred Jordan. How a Shropshire farmer came to have this beauty in his repertoire I do not know.

Note the subtle differences in the chorus:

1st chorus "no shoes nor stockings on her feet at all."
2nd chorus "no paint nor powder on her face at all"
3rd chorus "no paint nor powder, yarra none at all."

And Brendan Behan borrowed the air for his great song the ould triangle and why not. It is beautiful.

In Oranmore in the County Galway,
One pleasant evening in the month of May,
I spied a colleen; she was fair and handsome,
Her beauty stole my heart away,

She wore no jewels, no costly diamonds
No shoes nor stockings on her feet at all,
But she wore a bonnet with a ribbon on it,
And round her shoulders hung the Galway shawl.

We kept on walking; she kept on talking,
'Til her fathers cottage it came into view,
She said, "Kind sir, won't you bide a minute,
And play for me the Foggy Dew."
She set me down all by the hearthstone,
I met her father, who was six feet tall,
And soon her mother had the kettle by me,
And all I could think of was the Galway shawl.

She wore no jewels, no costly diamonds,
No paint nor powder on her face at all,
But she wore a bonnet with a ribbon on it,
And round her shoulders hung the Galway shawl.

I played the Blackbird, and the Stack of Barley,
Rodney's Glory and the Foggy Dew,
And she sang each note like an Irish linnet,
'Til tears fell from her eyes of woe.
It was early, early, the very next morning,
I took the road for sweet Donegal,
She climbed the gate and kissed me dearly,
And wished me God speed in that Galway shawl.

She wore no jewels, no costly diamonds,
No paint nor powder, yarra none at all,
But she wore a bonnet with a ribbon on it,
And round her shoulders hung the Galway shawl.