Near Oranmore 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
Chorus: She wore no jewels, nor costly diamonds, No paint or powder, oh no, 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, I took the road for old Donegal. She cried and kissed me, and she said goodbye, sir, And my heart remained with that Galway shawl.