Noreen Bawn by Jimmy Buckley - plus lyrics

I dont own aything of this song, just sharing the best cover of one of the saddest songs I've heard.
Copyright not intended.

LYRICS:

There's a glen in old Tír Connal,
there's a cottage in that glen,
Where dwealt an Irish cailín,
Who Charmed the harts of men.

She was hansome, hale and hearty,
Shy and graceful as the faun,
it was that widow's daughter,
happy, laughing,
Noreen Bawn.

'til one day, there came a letter,
With her passage payed to go,
to a land where the Missouri, and the Missisippi flow,

So she bid, farewell to Eireann.
And next morning at the dawn,
That poor broken hearted mother,
Bid farewell to,
Noreen Bawn.

Many years, that widow waited,
'til one morning at her door,
Stood a gorgous looking lady,
Costly were the clothes she wore,
Saying "mother, dont you know me?,
Sure, I've only caught a cold"
But the purple spots upon her cheeks,
A tragic story told.

There's a graveyard, in Tír Connell,
Where the blossoms sadly sway,
There's a broken hearted mother,
kneeling o'er a lonely grave,
Poor Noreen, she is calling,
sure it's lonesome since you've gone,
T'was the curse of emigration, layed you low, my Noreen Bawn
T'was the curse of emigration, that layed you low, my Noreen Bawn

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• Jimmy Buckley
• Country
• Irish
• Sad song