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s winsome, hale and hearty Fair and graceful as the dawn Neighbours loved the widow's daughter Happy smiling Noreen Bawn Then one day there came a letter With her passage paid to go To the place where the Missouri And the Mississippi flow So she said goodbye top Erin And next morning at the dawn That old mother broken hearted Bid farewell to Noreen Bawn Weary years that mother waited Till one evening at her door Stood a gorgeous looking lady Awful grand the clothes she wore Whispering, "Mother don't you know me? Now I've only got a cold" Yet those purple spots upon her cheeks The tragic story told There's a churchyard in Tyrconnell Where the blossoms sadly wave There's a sorrow stricken mother Weeping o'er that lonely grave "Poor Noreen" she is calling "Tis I'm lonesome since you're gone Twas the shame of emigration Laid you low my Noreen Bawn"