Near Erinmore, in the County Galway,
One pleasant evening, I made my way,
I spied a Damsel, so fair and handsome,
her beauty nearly took, my breath away.
She wore no Jewels, no costly diamonds,
No paint no powder,no none at all,
She wore a bonnet, wi' ribbons on it,
and round her shoulders was a Galway Shawl.
We kept on walking, and kept on talking,
till her father's cottage, came into view,
she said come in Sir, and meet my father,
and play to please him, the Foggy Dew.
I sang the Blackbird, The Stack's of Barley,
Old Rodney's Glory, and the Foggy Dew,
she sang each note, like an Irish Linnet,
till tears came in to, her eyes so blue.
T'was very early, all in the morning,
I took the road for, old Donegal,
she said goodbye Sir, and then she kissed me,
But my heart remains wi' the Galway Shawl.