Tablature noreen bawn - MISC IRISH

          



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                                       Noreen Bawn

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            There's a spot in old Tirconnel, there's a wee house in the glen,

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            Where dwelt an Irish colleen, who inspired the hearts of men,

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            She was winsome, fair and hearty, shy and graceful as the fawn,

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            Neighbors loved the widows 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 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

            gone,

            It was the curse of immigration, that laid you low my Noreen Bawn.

   


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