Off the coast of Connemara,
Sailor, sailor, what‘ s the hail?
“Dip the sail to Saint Macdara —
Dip the sail!”
So we dipped it as we tripped it
Southward with the fluting gale.
Long ago did Saint Macdara
Pass beyond this mortal pale;
Yet to-day off Connemara
Deeds of godliness avail;
Where the good old saint said masses
Every sailor, as he passes,
Dips the sail.