Oh! my boat can swiftly float,
In the teeth of wind and weather.
And out-sail the fastest hooker,
Between Galway and Kinsale.
When the white rim of the ocean
And the wild waves rush together.
Oh, she rides in her pride,
Like a sea bird in a gale.
She's neat, oh, she's sweet,
She's a beauty in every line
The queen of Connemara,
Is this bounding barque of mine.
2. When she's loaded down with fish,
Till the water lips the gunwale
Not a drop she'll take aboard her,
That would wash a fly away.
From the fleet she speeds out quickly,
Like a greyhound from her kennel.
Till she lands her silvery store
The first, on old Kinvara Quay.
3. There's light shines out afar
And it keeps me from dismaying.
When the clouds are ink above us
And the sea runs white with foam.
In a cot in Connemara,
There's a wife and wee ones praying.
To the One Who walked the waters once,
To bring us safely home.