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                                     Noreen Bawn
                                                      CAPO  2/3 

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          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,
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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.