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The Galway Rover

Pete St. John / Textvariation NoelMcLoughlin

I've the face of a stranger
with a smile of a rover
I'll take a glass at down Kinvara
and a jug at Oughterard
Down the great donkey road
to the hills of Connemara
to my dark Spanish lady love
in fair Galway Town

Where Jenny is me love
she's me bride and she's me darling
Jenny leaves me wonder to the ends of the world
Jenny brings me love
gives me hope and sets me dreaming
and when the leaves are turning
in her arms I'll settle down
in Galway Town

The spring brings the swallow
a fresh land of the rover
where the blushing summer roses
shed their petals to the glen
And the long breathless evenings
where the loneliness is heaven
makes the dreaming come so easy
on the road to Galway Town

Where Jenny is me love . . .

The curlew are calling
a shy form is prancing
The ferns on them bulbing
by the thousand gentle eyes
All the creature of Eireann
sing their own sweet song of pleasure
as the rover goes a whistling
down the road to Galway Town

Where Jenny is me love . . .