Just left Galway City and drove through Oranmore OMW. Will have to make a special stop there next time to pay tribute to this fine rendition of one of my favourite Irish tunes!
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
Just left Galway City and drove through Oranmore OMW. Will have to make a special stop there next time to pay tribute to this fine rendition of one of my favourite Irish tunes!
I wish more people see this. Beautiful version x
Beautiful from a rahoon city boy up the wards!
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
First time hearing this song. So beautiful.
So lovely. Mellow blend of smooth singing, beautiful job! 💚
That kind of dame are like rare birds in these times.
Enchanting.
I've listened to every version I could find of this song and was delighted to see this newly posted. Absolutely lovely.
Lovely rendition....
Amazing girls! 🤩🤩🤩
As Good as it gets
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