There, s a spot in Old Tirconnell With a wee house in the glenn Where dwelt an Irish colleen Who had won the hearts of men She was winsome, fair and hearty Shined graceful as a fawn It was love thatwidows daughter Happy laughing Norren Bawn One day there came a letter With the passage paid to go To lands where the Mississippi And the deep Missouri flow So she bid farewell to Erin And next morning at the dawn Said a broken hearted mother Bid farewell to Noreen Bawn Many years that mother waited Till one morning at the door Sat a lovely looking lady All grand the clothes shr wore Said Mother .dont you worry Said ive only got a cold But the purple spo, tsupon her cheeks The tragic story told Theres a graveyard in Tirconnell Where the blossoms sadly sway Her brokenhearted mother Stands sadly oer her grave Saying, Noreen you were calling Many years since you were gone Was the curse of Immigration Laid you low my NOREEN BAWN