Lyrics
In Norheen Moor, in the county Galway
One summer's morning in the month of May
I spied a colleen, she was tall and handsome
And she nearly stole his poor heart away
She wore no jewels nor costly diamonds
Nor painter powder or none at all
She wore a bonnet with red roses on it
And on her shoulders hung the Galway shawl
As they kept walking, as they kept talking
Till her father's cottage came into view
Very soon his mother had the kettle boiling
But all he could think of was the Galway shawl
He played the blackbird, the stack of barley
And Rodney's glory and old foggy dew
She sang each note like an Irish linen
Till down her cheeks came the tears like dew
She said how dearly on next morning
To hit the road for Donegal
She kissed and hugged him and then she left him
And she stole his heart in her Galway shawl