The Queen of Connemara

(Francis A. Fahy)



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.



cho: 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.



cho:



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.



cho:



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