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1. Songs - Nora Bawn (continued)

   “There's a glen in old Tirconaill, there's a cottage in that glen,”

   

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   Soon she had got all things ready and one morning at the dawn
   The poor widow, broken-hearted, parted with her Nora Bawn.
   Many years the widow waited till one evening to her door
   Up steps a slender figure, costly were the robes she wore;
   Long and sadly gazed the widow at the sunken featured one.
   "Oh mother? Don't you know me?" feebly cried young Nora Bawn.
   "Arrah mother! Don't be sighing sure I've only got a cold,"
   But two scarlet spots appearing on her cheeks the story told;
   Slowly passed the dreary winter till the daisies decked the lawn,
   Still the wracking cough was slowly wearing down poor Nora Bawn.
   There's a graveyard in Tirconaill where the willows sadly wave,
   There's a broken-hearted mother sadly bending in her a grave;

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   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Aodh Ó Frighil

   Gender

   Male