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• Artiste: F.A. Fahey
• Titre: The Queen Of Connemara
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O! My boat can safely float in the teeth of wind and weather And outrace the faster 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 the seagull through the gale O! she's neat , oh she's sweet, she's a beauty ev'ry line! The 'Queen of Connemara' is that bounding bark 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's land her silver store the first on old Kinvara quay O! she's neat , oh she's sweet, she's a beauty ev'ry line! The 'Queen of Connemara' is that bounding bark of mine. There's a light shine out afar and it keeps us 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 bring us safely home O! she's neat , oh she's sweet, she's a beauty ev'ry line! The 'Queen of Connemara' is that bounding bark of mine.