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.

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