my maureen bawn
does anyone know the lyrics to the song i believe its called maureen bawn about a girl who comes home to her mother in ireland to die
Hi,
I hope this is what your looking for!? Molly Bawn is a classic ballad that has several variants from many different countries. Here's a version from the singing of the Dubliners. And if you want to know more about this song, you can go here: The Irish Origins and Variations of the Ballad "Molly Brown".
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Pete
Molly Bawn
Oh come all you young fellows
That follows the gun
Beware of night's rambling
By the setting of the sun
Beware of an accident
As happened of late
It was Molly Bawn Larry
And sad was her fate
She'd been goin' to her uncle's
When a storm it came on
She drew under a green bush
The shower for to shun
With her white apron wrapped around her
He took her for a swan
Took aim and alas
It was his own Molly Bawn
Oh young Jimmy ran homewards
With his gun and his dog
Saying: 'Uncle, oh uncle
I have shot Molly Bawn
I have killed that fair female
The joy of my life
For I'd always intended
That she would be my wife'
Oh young Jimmy rambling
Do not run away
Stay in your old country
Till your trial it comes on
For yuo'll never be convicted
For the shooting of a swan
Well the night before Molly's funeral
Her ghost it did appear
Saying: 'Uncle, dearest uncle
Oh let young Jimmy run clear'
'It'd been late of an evening
Well he took me for a swan
Took aim and alas
He killed his own Molly Bawn'
Now all the girls of this country
They seem to be glad
Now the flower of glen Arra
Molly Bawn she lies dead
Get all the girls of this country
And stand them into a row
Molly Bawn would shine among them
Like a mountain of snow
hi i rememember my dad singing that one i must have got it mixed up with another song the one i am after is about a girl who leaves ireland to find fame and fortune but returns to her mother to die she returns as a painted woman please anyone help
Perhaps its Noreen Bawn
NOREEN BAWN
There's a spot in old Tir Conaill
There's a wee house in that glen
Where there dwelt an Irish colleen
Who charmed the hearts of men
She was winsome, hale and hearty
Shy and graceful as the fawn
Neighbors loved the widow's daughter
Happy, laughing Noreen Bawn.
Till one day arrived a letter
With her passage paid to go
To that place where the Missouri
And the Mississippi flow
She said good-bye to Erin
And next morning at the dawn
A broken-hearted mother
Said farewell to Noreen Bawn
Weary years that mother waited
Till one evening at the door
Stood a gorgeous looking lady
Awful grand the clothes she wore
Whispering, "Mother, don't you know me ?
Now I've only got a cold."
Yet those purple spots upon her cheeks
The tragic story told
There's a churchyard in Tir Conaill,
Where the blossoms sadly wave,
There's a broken hearted mother
Weeping o'er that lonely grave
"Poor Noreen", she is calling
"Tis I'm lonesome since you're gone,
"'Twas the curse of emigration
Laid you low, my Noreen Bawn."