Queen of Connemara


Oh, my boat can safely float in the teeth of wind and weather
And outrace the fastest hooker between Galway and Kinsale
When the black floor of the ocean and the white foam rush together
High she rides in her pride, like a sea-gull through the gale

Oh she’s neat, Oh she’s sweet; She’s a beauty in every 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

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 wee one praying
To the One who walked the waters once, to send us safely home


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