at orenmore 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 cho she wore no jewels nor costly diamonds no paint or powder 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 when i hit the road for old donegal she said goodby sir she cried and kissed me and my heart remained with that galway shawl2