Noreen bawn Misc Irish
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[G]There's a spot in o[G6]ld T[G]irconnel, there's a wee house i[G+]n the [C]gl[E7AM]en,
Where [D7]dwelt an Irish [G]colleen, who [G7]inspired the hearts of [G]me[C]n,[CM]
She was winsome, fair and hearty, shy and graceful as the [C]fa[E7]wn,[AM]
[D9]Neighbors loved the [D7]widows [G]daughter, happy, [D7]laughing Noreen [G]Bawn.
Then one day there came a letter, with her passage paid to go,
To the land where the Missouri and the Mississippi flowed,
So she said good-bye to Erin, and next morning at the dawn,
A poor broken hearted mother bid farewell to Noreen Bawn.
Many years that Mother waited, till one morning at the door,
Stood a gorgeous looking lady, all grand the clothes she wore,
Saying Mother don't you know me, sure I've only got a cold,
But the purple spots upon her cheeks, the tragic story told.
There's a graveyard in Tirconnel, where the blossoms sadly wave,
There's a broken hearted Mother, knelling on a lonely grave,
Saying my Noreen you are calling, its long years since you've
It was the curse of immigration, that laid you low my Noreen Bawn.