School: Mín Charraigeach (roll number 7188)

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1. Nóirín Bán (continued)

   

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   “O, my mother, don’t you know me?”
   Slowly spoke young Noírín Bán.

   IV

   Slowly came the dreary winter:
   And when daisies decked the lawn
   Then a wrecking cough got Nóra
   And it killed young Noírín Dán.
   When she was dead and in her grave
   The widow’s heart was torn,
   And oh! she prayed so earnestly
   For the soul of Noírín Bán.

   V

   There’s a graveyard in Stranolar
   Where the flowers do gently wave,
   There’s a widowed mother kneeling
   By a lonely silent grave;
   “O my Noírín,” she is saying,
   “I am lonesome since you’ve gone,
   ‘Twas the curse of Emigration
   Left you here, young Noírín Bán.

   VI

   Come, all you boys and girls,
   Ponder well before you go
   From your happy homes in Ireland
   To where you little know.

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   Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.

   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Bernard Doherty

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Goland, Co. Donegal

   Informant

   Bernard Doherty

   Relation

   Parent

   Gender

   Male

   Age

   46

   Address

   Goland, Co. Donegal