(C) Deep in the West of Ireland
Wherein the wild winds (G7) blow
There once I went a roaming
In the County of
(C) Mayo
(C) Early one Sunday morning
The (C7) sun was rising (F) slow
When I perchanced to meet (C) her
This
(G7) woman of (C) Mayo
Chorus 1)
A (F) black shawl draped her shoulders
Twig (C) firewood filled her
(G7) hand
On a (C) blackthorn stick to (F) lean on
She (C) stooped (G7) across the (C) land
Verse 2)
(C)
I stopped this Irish lady
Of ninety years or (G7) so
And helped her with her burden
All gathered in (C) Mayo
(C)
She told me tales of young and old
In (C7) Western Irish (F) brogue
Of smugglers coves and (C) Spanish gold
And (G7)
many an Irish (C) rogue
Chorus 2)
We (F) wandered to a beach of gold
Un(C) rivaled through (G7) Ireland
And
(C) sat and watched where (F) waters meet
The (C) blowing of (G7) the (C) sand
Verse 3 – Final verse
And
(F) as we talked our time away
It (C) came my time to (G7) go
With (C) sadness in my (F) heart I left
This (C) woman
(G7) of (C) Mayo
