FA Fahey - "THE OULD PLAID SHAWL" lyrics
*** Complimentary THE OULD PLAID SHAWL Ringtone ***
Not far from old Kinvara, in the merry month of May,
As if from out the sky above an angel chanced to fall,
A little Irish cailín in an ould plaid shawl.
When birds were singing cheerily, there came across my way,
And, O ! her face, and, O ! her grace, the soul of saint would
She tripped along right joyously, a basket on her arm;
Was her modest blue eyes beaming 'neath her ould plaid shawl.
charm;
Her brown hair rippled o'er her brow, but greatest charm of all
"God save you. kindly, sir," said she, and shyly passed me by;
I courteously saluted her -" God save you, miss, says I;
Off went my heart along with her, a captive in her thrall,
Imprisoned in the corner of the ould plaid shawl.
Enchanted with her beauty rare, I gazed in pure delight,
"The grace of God about you and your ould plaid shawl."
Till round an angle of the road she vanished from my sight;
As if from out the sky above an angel chanced to fall,
A little Irish cailín in an ould plaid shawl.
When birds were singing cheerily, there came across my way,
And, O ! her face, and, O ! her grace, the soul of saint would
She tripped along right joyously, a basket on her arm;
Was her modest blue eyes beaming 'neath her ould plaid shawl.
charm;
Her brown hair rippled o'er her brow, but greatest charm of all
"God save you. kindly, sir," said she, and shyly passed me by;
I courteously saluted her -" God save you, miss, says I;
Off went my heart along with her, a captive in her thrall,
Imprisoned in the corner of the ould plaid shawl.
Enchanted with her beauty rare, I gazed in pure delight,
"The grace of God about you and your ould plaid shawl."
Till round an angle of the road she vanished from my sight;
But ever since I sighing say, as I that scene recall,
They may talk of highway robbers that, with pistols and with knives,
Make trembling travellers yield them up their money or their lives,
To a simple little cailín in an ould plaid shawl !
But think of me that handed out my heart and head and all
And tasteful are the bonnets of Parisian ladies fair,
Clad half such witching beauty as that ould plaid shawl.
O! graceful the mantillas that the signorinas wear,
But never cloak, or hood, or robe, in palace, bow'r, or hall
My aims are not ambitious, and my wishes are but small -
O! some men sigh for riches, and some men live for fame,
And some on history's pages hope to win a glorious name;
You might wrap them all together in an ould plaid shawl.
I'll seek her all through Galway, and I'll seek her all through Clare,
I'll search for tale or tidings of my traveller everywhere,
For peace of mind I'll never find until my own I call
That little Irish cailín in an her plaid shawl
They may talk of highway robbers that, with pistols and with knives,
Make trembling travellers yield them up their money or their lives,
To a simple little cailín in an ould plaid shawl !
But think of me that handed out my heart and head and all
And tasteful are the bonnets of Parisian ladies fair,
Clad half such witching beauty as that ould plaid shawl.
O! graceful the mantillas that the signorinas wear,
But never cloak, or hood, or robe, in palace, bow'r, or hall
My aims are not ambitious, and my wishes are but small -
O! some men sigh for riches, and some men live for fame,
And some on history's pages hope to win a glorious name;
You might wrap them all together in an ould plaid shawl.
I'll seek her all through Galway, and I'll seek her all through Clare,
I'll search for tale or tidings of my traveller everywhere,
For peace of mind I'll never find until my own I call
That little Irish cailín in an her plaid shawl
*** Complimentary THE OULD PLAID SHAWL Ringtone ***
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