THE QUEEN OF CONNEMARA
Oh! My boat can safely float in the teeth of wind and weather
And outsail the fastest hooker between Galway and Kinsale
When the black floor of the ocean and the white foam rush together
She will ride, in her pride, like a sea-gull in the gale
Oh she's neat! Oh she's sweet! She's a beauty in ev'ry 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
Oh she's neat! Oh she's sweet! She's a beauty in ev'ry line!
The Queen of Connemara is that bounding barque of mine
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 a wee ones praying
To the one who walked the waters once, to bring us safely home
Versió de GERALDINE KING
FIDDLE
TIN WHISTLE
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