In Norham Moor, in the County Galway,
one pleasant evening, in the month of May
I spied a damsel, she was fair and handsome
and her beauty fairly took my breath away
she wore no jewels, no costly diamonds,
no paint no powder, no none at all
she wore a bonnet, with ribbons on it,
and around her shoulder was the Galway shawl
We kept on walking, and she kept on talking
till her father’s cottage came into view
she said “Come in Sir, and meet my father
and for to please him, play the Foggy Dew
she wore no jewels, no costly diamonds,
no paint no powder, no none at all
she wore a bonnet, with ribbons on it,
and around her shoulder was the Galway shawl
Well I played The Blackbird, played the Stack of Arlee
played Rodney’s Glory and the Foggy Dew
she sang each note sir, like an Irish linnet
and the tears fell down from her eyes of blue.
she wore no jewels, no costly diamonds,
no paint no powder, no none at all
she wore a bonnet, with ribbons on it,
and around her shoulder was the Galway shawl
It was early, early, early in the morning
I hit the road for old Donegal
she said “goodbye Sir”, and as she cried Sir
my heart stayed with her and the Galway shawl