There, s a spot in Old Tirconnell
With a wee house in the glenn
Where dwelt an Irish colleen
Who had won the hearts of men
She was winsome, fair and hearty
shined graceful as a fawn
it was love thatwidows daughter
happy laughing Norren Bawn
One day there came a letter
with the passage paid to go
to lands where the Mississippi
and the deep Missouri flow
So she bid farewell to Erin
and next morning at the dawn
Said a broken hearted mother
bid farewell to Noreen Bawn
Many years that mother waited
till one morning at the door
sat a lovely looking lady
all grand the clothes shr wore
Said Mother .dont you worry
said ive only got a cold
but the purple spo, tsupon her cheeks
the tragic story told
Theres a graveyard in Tirconnell
where the blossoms sadly sway
Her brokenhearted mother
stands sadly oer her grave
Saying, Noreen you were calling
many years since you were gone
Was the curse of Immigration
laid you low my NOREEN BAWN

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