Poem in the If I Should Fall From Grace documentary

by **CraigBatty** Thu Oct 12, 2006 10:37 pm

MissWalshy wrote:I keep trying to write how I feel about this song but I can't. None of it sounds right...

Let me sing it for ye one time Walshy... my pleasure.

by **firehazard** Thu Oct 12, 2006 10:34 am

MissWalshy wrote:I keep trying to write how I feel about this song but I can't...

Reading the rest of what you've written, I think you've done it pretty well, Walshy.

I spend half of my life either writing, or editing what other people have written. And I reckon that the most difficult things to write about are the personal things, the things that mean a lot to you. (That's why a good editor will never be out of a job... at least I hope not. :wink:

) So you've done well with it.

by **MissWalshy** Thu Oct 12, 2006 10:22 am

Fintan wrote:The Galway Shawl

Near Oranmore in the county Galway
One pleasant evening in the month of may
I spied a damsel so young and handsome
Her beauty fairly took my breath away

Chorus:
She wore no jewels, no costly diamonds
No paint nor powder, no, none at all
She wore a bonnet with a ribbon on it
And round her shoulders was a Galway Shawl

As we went walking she kept on talking
'til her father's cottage came into view
She said "Come in sir and meet me father
And for to please him play the Foggy Dew"

She sat me down beside the hearthstone
For'nenst her father who was six feet tall
And soon her mother had the kettle boiling
But I kept on thinking of the Galway shawl

Chorus

I played The Blackbird, The Stacks of Barley
Rooney's Favourite and the Foggy Dew
She sang each note like an Irish linnet
And the tears came into her eyes of blue

'Twas early early, all in the morning
I trod the long road for oul' Donegal
She cried "goodbye Sir" then she waved me onward
And my heart remained with the Galway Shawl

Chorus

I keep trying to write how I feel about this song but I can't. None of it sounds right.

My parents danced to it on their first dance at their wedding
My sister and her husband danced to it at their first dance at their wedding.

I know it word for word and I recall one time getting up on the mic and singing it when I was seriously drunk in our local.

My sister is the dancer in our family she always jives etc and you can never get me up on the dance floor but I can honestly say I don't think I've ever refused my dad a dance to this song.

by **John Powers** Thu Oct 12, 2006 10:01 am

Smerker wrote:Yeah, his point was Streams Of Whiskey's no work of genius

*disagrees*

I´ve always thought that he was pointing out the difference in attitude. You know, there is a bit of contrast between "One pleasant evening in the month of May" and "I am going where the streams of whiskey are flowing". But He probably meant what you said.

molly wrote:by the way i'm off to helsinki in march for my hols. again

Welcome to Hellsinki!

by **IrishRover** Tue Oct 10, 2006 10:04 pm

that confirms me wroiting

by **Revsta** Mon Oct 09, 2006 8:11 pm

IrishRover wrote:yeah, well genius=Shane will never say hes work is work of genius

In the Doc. He was laughing at his own lyrics and saying how he writes pop that people can't tell isn't pop. He was joking about how "amazing" Streams of Whiskey was and that Galway was much better.

by **molly** Mon Oct 09, 2006 5:52 pm

that i a really nice song. has the pogues covered it? is there anywere that i can get a copy of it that anyones knows of.

by the way i'm off to helsinki in march for my hols. again

by **Gurrier** Mon Oct 09, 2006 4:15 pm

Fintan wrote:The Galway Shawl

Near Oranmore in the county Galway
One pleasant evening in the month of may
I spied a damsel so young and handsome
Her beauty fairly took my breath away

Chorus:
She wore no jewels, no costly diamonds
No paint nor powder, no, none at all
She wore a bonnet with a ribbon on it
And round her shoulders was a Galway Shawl

As we went walking she kept on talking
'til her father's cottage came into view
She said "Come in sir and meet me father
And for to please him play the Foggy Dew"

She sat me down beside the hearthstone
For'nenst her father who was six feet tall
And soon her mother had the kettle boiling
But I kept on thinking of the Galway shawl

Chorus

I played The Blackbird, The Stacks of Barley
Rooney's Favourite and the Foggy Dew
She sang each note like an Irish linnet
And the tears came into her eyes of blue

'Twas early early, all in the morning
I trod the long road for oul' Donegal
She cried "goodbye Sir" then she waved me onward
And my heart remained with the Galway Shawl

Chorus

I've always loved those lyrics, especially the part about "And the tears came into her eyes of blue". Irish music emits such beauty like this so often.

by **IrishRover** Mon Jul 10, 2006 7:43 pm

yeah, well genius=Shane will never say hes work is work of genius :wink:

by **James** Mon Jul 10, 2006 6:57 pm

Revsta wrote:
IrishRover wrote:yeah, tis great lyrics but as Shaneo says it ain't loike "I'm going, I'm going where streams of whiskey are flowin'..." tis a way different style.

He was praising that song over his own you know?

Yeah, his point was Streams Of Whiskey's no work of genius

*disagrees*

by **Revsta** Mon Jul 10, 2006 2:24 pm

IrishRover wrote:yeah, tis great lyrics but as Shaneo says it ain't loike "Oim going, oim going where streams of whiskey are flowin'..." tis a way different style.

He was praising that song over his own you know?

by **IrishRover** Mon Jul 10, 2006 11:38 am

yeah, tis great lyrics but as Shaneo says it ain't loike "Oim going, oim going where streams of whiskey are flowin'..." tis a way different style.

by **euchrid** Sun Jul 09, 2006 9:53 pm

Thanks a lot!

by **philipchevron** Thu Jul 06, 2006 9:25 pm

Firsty wrote:In Oranmore in the County Galway.....

I think it's a song called 'The Galway Shawl' others may have more info. and be able to point to the lyrics.

The tune of Sean O'Casey's "Red Roses For Me" is a close cousin.

by **CraigBatty** Thu Jul 06, 2006 9:10 pm

The Galway Shawl

Near Oranmore in the county Galway
One pleasant evening in the month of may
I spied a damsel so young and handsome
Her beauty fairly took my breath away

Chorus:
She wore no jewels, no costly diamonds
No paint nor powder, no, none at all
She wore a bonnet with a ribbon on it
And round her shoulders was a Galway Shawl

As we went walking she kept on talking
'til her father's cottage came into view
She said "Come in sir and meet me father
And for to please him play the Foggy Dew"

She sat me down beside the hearthstone
For'nenst her father who was six feet tall
And soon her mother had the kettle boiling
But I kept on thinking of the Galway shawl

Chorus

I played The Blackbird, The Stacks of Barley
Rooney's Favourite and the Foggy Dew
She sang each note like an Irish linnet
And the tears came into her eyes of blue

'Twas early early, all in the morning
I trod the long road for oul' Donegal
She cried "goodbye Sir" then she waved me onward
And my heart remained with the Galway Shawl

Chorus

Poem in the If I Should Fall From Grace documentary

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