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Johnny Peters sings Noreen Bawn

Johnny Peters,ably accompanied on trumpet by Derek McNamara,sings Noreen Bawn at Newbridge Musical Society's Annual Gala Concert in the Hotel Keadeen. There’s a spot in old Tyrconnell There’s a wee house in that glen Where dwelt an Irish colleen Who charmed the hearts of men She was winsome, hale and hearty Fair and graceful as the fawn Neighbours loved the widow’s 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 flow So she said goodbye to Erin And next morning at the dawn A broken hearted mother Bid farewell to Noreen Bawn Many 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? Sure I’ve only got a cold” But those purple spots upon her cheeks The tragic story told There’s a grave-yard in Tyrconnell Where the blossoms sadly wave There’s a sorrow stricken mother Weeping o’er that lonely grave Saying Noreen, oh my Noreen It’s so lonesome since you’ve gone ‘Twas the curse of emigration Laid you low, my Noreen Bawn