Near Ormond Rowan,
in the county Galway
One early evening, in the month of May
I spied a young maid,
she was fair and hearty,
and her beauty nearly stole
my heart away.
She wore no jewels, no costly diamonds,
no paint, no powder, no none at all.
She wore a bonnet with a ribbon on it
And round her shoulder was the Galway
shawl
My fates are here on Broadway
This blessed harvest morn
And oh, the ache that's in them
for the spot where I was born
My weary hands are blistered
from toil and cold and heat
And oh, to swing aside again
through fields of Irish wheat
Had I the chance to wander back
and find the kings of old
Then soon I'd see the hawthorn tree
down the old walled
When Irish eye s are smiling,
sure it's like a mornin' spring
With a lilt of Irish laughter,
you can hear the angels sing
When Irish hearts are happy,
all the world seems bright and gay.
For when Irish eyes are smiling,
they'll steal your heart away.
For when Irish eyes are smiling,
they'll steal your heart