Karaoké Noreen Bawn Philip English

There's a spot in old Tír Chonaill

There's a wee house in the glen

Where lived an Irish cailín

Who charmed hearts of men

She was handsome hale and hearty

Shy and graceful as the faun

Neighbours loved that widow's daughter

Happy, laughing, Noreen Bawn

'Till one day there came a letter

With her passage paid to go

To the land where the Missouri

And the Mississippi flows

So she said farewell to Eireann

And next morning at the dawn

A poor broken-hearted mother

Said farewell to Noreen Bawn

Many years, that mother waited

'Till one morning at her door

Stood a gorgeous-looking lady

Very grand the clothes she wore

Saying "Mother

Don't you know me?

Sure, I've only caught a cold"

But the purple spots upon her cheeks

The tragic story told

There's a graveyard in Tír Chonaill

Where the blossoms sadly wave

There's a broken-hearted mother

Kneeling on a lonely grave

For Noreen, she is calling

It's long years since you've been gone

It was the curse of emigration

That laid you low

My Noreen Bawn