IRISH TRADITIONAL - THE QUEEN OF CONNEMARA

         D               D7
Oh! My boat can safely float
         G                 D
in the teeth of wind and weather
        D                Bm
And outrace the fastest hooker
         Em            A
between Galway and Kinsale;
           D                Bm
When the black floor of the ocean
          G                D
and the white foam rush together,
          G              Bm
High she rides, in her pride,
        G      A         D
like a seagull o'er the waves.

           D
Oh she's neat! Oh she's sweet!
          A7             Bm
She's a beauty in ev'ry line!
       A           D
The Queen of Connemara
         G        A         D
is that bounding barque of mine.

             D               D7
When she's loaded down with fish
          G              D
till the water lips the gunwale,
        D                  Bm
Not a drop she'll take on board her
            Em          A
that would wash a fly away;
           D                    Bm
From the fleet she'll slip out swiftly
         G                 D
like a greyhound from her kennel,
             G              Bm
And she'll land her silver store the first
   G        A     D
at ould Kinvara quay.

           D
Oh she's neat! Oh she's sweet!
          A7             Bm
She's a beauty in ev'ry line!
       A           D
The Queen of Connemara
         G        A         D
is that bounding barque of mine.

           D                D7
There's a light shines out afar,
        G                D
and it keeps me from dismaying
                         Bm
When the skies are ink above us
         Em                  A
and the sea runs white with foam,
      D           Bm
In a cot in Connemara
           G                 D
there's a wife and wee one praying
       G                  Bm
To the One who walked the waters
          G       A        D
once, to send us safely home.

           D
Oh she's neat! Oh she's sweet!
          A7             Bm
She's a beauty in ev'ry line!
       A           D
The Queen of Connemara
         G        A         D
is that bounding barque of mine.

           D
Oh she's neat! Oh she's sweet!
          A7             Bm
She's a beauty in ev'ry line!
       A           D
The Queen of Connemara
         G        A         D
is that bounding barque of mine.