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 And 'round her shoulders was the Galway shawl