Noreen Bawn-Brendan Bowyer

[ti:Noreen Bawn] [ar:Brendan Bowyer] [al:Irish Showband Legends] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Noreen Bawn - Brendan Bowyer [00:02.33]There's a spot in old Tirconnell [00:06.52] [00:08.69]There's a wee house in the glen [00:13.53] [00:15.71]Where dwelt an Irish colleen [00:20.94] [00:23.05]Who'd charm the hearts of men [00:27.51] [00:29.53]She was winsome fair and hearty [00:33.57] [00:36.14]Shined graceful as a fawn [00:41.14] [00:43.04]Maver's love that widow's daughter [00:48.11] [00:49.75]Happy laughing Noreen Bawn [00:56.35] [01:00.24]Then one day there came a letter [01:04.51] [01:07.00]With her passage paid to go [01:11.66] [01:13.82]To the land where the Missouri [01:18.86] [01:20.63]And the Mississippi flows [01:25.55] [01:27.43]So she bade farewell to Erin [01:31.83] [01:34.27]And next morning at the dawn [01:39.00] [01:41.06]Of her brokenhearted mother [01:45.84] [01:47.90]Bid farewell to Noreen Bawn [01:54.04] [01:56.33]Many years that mother waited [01:59.45] [02:01.56]Till one morning at the door [02:06.57] [02:08.68]Stood a gorgeous looking lady [02:13.38] [02:15.38]All grand the cloth she wore [02:21.39] [02:21.98]Saying mother don't you noric [02:26.35] [02:29.07]Till I've only got a cold [02:33.94] [02:35.96]But the purple spots upon her cheek [02:42.63] [02:44.57]The tragic story told [02:48.69] [02:51.14]There's a graveyard in Tirconnell [02:54.06] [02:56.10]Where the blossoms sadly way [03:01.53] [03:03.07]Here's her brokenhearted mother [03:08.41] [03:10.02]Living oer a lonely grave [03:15.52] [03:16.39]Saying my Noreen you were calling [03:20.80] [03:23.46]It's long years since you have gone [03:28.20] [03:30.08]Because the curse of emigration [03:36.26] [03:40.22]That laid you low my Noreen Bawn