Noreen Bawn

Noreen Bawn - Brendan Bowyer/The Big Eight

There's a spot in old Tirconnell

There's a wee house in the glen

Where dwelt an Irish colleen

Who'd charm the hearts of men

She was winsome fair and hearty

Shined graceful as a fawn

Maver's love that widow's daughter

Happy laughing Noreen Bawn

Then one day there came a letter

With her passage paid to go

To the land where the Missouri

And the Mississippi flows

So she bade farewell to Erin

And next morning at the dawn

Of her brokenhearted 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 cloth she wore

Saying mother don't you noric

Till I've only got a cold

But the purple spots upon her cheek

The tragic story told

There's a graveyard in Tirconnell

Where the blossoms sadly way

Here's her brokenhearted mother

Living oer a lonely grave

Saying my Noreen you were calling

It's long years since you have gone

Because the curse of emigration

That laid you low my Noreen Bawn