Oh! My boat can safely float in the teeth of wind and weather
And outsail the fastest hooker between Galway and Kinsale
When the black floor of the ocean and the white foam rush together
She will ride, in her pride, like a sea-gull in the gale

Oh she's neat! Oh she's sweet! She's a beauty in every line!
The Queen of Connemara is that bounding barque of mine

When she's loaded down with fish 'til 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'll land her silvery store the first at ould Kinvara quay

Oh she's neat! Oh she's sweet! She's a beauty in every line!
The Queen of Connemara is that bounding barque of mine

There's a light shines out afar, and it keeps me from dismaying
When the skies are dark above us and the seas roll white with foam
In a cot in Connemara there's a wife and a wee ones praying
To the One who walked the waters once, to bring us safely home

Oh she's neat! Oh she's sweet! She's a beauty in every line!
The Queen of Connemara is that bounding barque of mine
Oh she's neat! Oh she's sweet! She's a beauty in every line!
The Queen of Connemara is that bounding barque of mine