Misc Traditional - Noreen Bawn guitar tab

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From: Wes Jester

Subject: ?IRISH//Noreen_Bawn.crd

To: jamesb@animal-farm.nevada.edu (jamesb@nevada.edu)

Date: Fri, 25 Jun 93 14:47:04 EDT

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Noreen Bawn

CAPO 2/3

G G6 G G+ C E7AM

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,

C E7 AM

She was winsome, fair and hearty, shy and graceful as the fawn,

D9 D7 G D7 G

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.