Susan McCann - Noreen Bawn
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NOREEN BAWN

There's a spot in old Tirconnell
There's a wee house in the glen
Where there dwelt an Irish colleen
Who charmed all the hearts of men
She was winsome, hail and hearty
Fair and graceful as the dawn
Neighbours loved the widow's daughter
Happy, laughing Noreen Bawn

Then one day arrived a letter
With her passage paid to go
To the land where the Missouri
and the Mississippi flow.
Then she said goodbye to Erin
Next morning at the down
Stood a broken hearted mother
Bid farewell to Noreen Bawn

Many years that mother waited
Till one evening at her door
Stood a gorgeous looking lady
Awful grand the clothes she wore
Whispering, mother don't you know me
Now I've only got a cold
Yet those purple spots upon her
The tragic story told

There's a churchyard in Tirconnell
Where the blossoms sadly wave
There's a broken hearted mother
Weeping o'er the lonely grave
Noreen Bawn she's calling
Sure I'm lonesome since you've gone
'Twas the curse of emigration
Laid you low my Noreen Bawn
'Twas the curse of emigration
Laid you low my Noreen Bawn.