oh my boat can safely float in the teeth of wind and weather and outsail the fastest hooker between galway and kinsale when the black floor of the ocean and the white foam rush together she will ride in her pride like a sea gull in the gale oh she s neat oh she s sweet she s a beauty in ev ry line the queen of connemara is that bounding barque of mine when she s loaded down with fish till the water lips the gunwale not a drop she ll take on board her that would wash a fly away from the fleet she ll slip out swiftly like a greyhound from her kennel and she ll land her silver store the first at ould kinvara quay oh she s neat oh she s sweet she s a beauty in ev ry line the queen of connemara is that bounding barque of mine there s a light shines out afar and it keeps me from dismaying when the skies are ink above us and the sea runs white with foam in a cot in connemara there s a wife and a wee ones praying to the one who walked the waters once to bring us safely home