Noreen Bawn

G G6 G G+ C E7AM There's a spot in old Tirconnel, there's a wee house in the glen, D7 G G7 G C CM G Where dwelt an Irish colleen, who inspired the hearts of men, C E7 AM She was winsome, fair and hearty, shy and graceful as the fawn, D9 D7 G D7 G 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.