There's a cottage in the glen
Where once dwelled an Irish Colleen
Who inspired the hearts of men
She was handsome, pain and hearty,
shy and graceful as the fawn
Then one day there came a letter
with her passage paid to go
To the land of the Missouri
So she said goodbye to Aaron
and next morning with the dawn
The poor widow broken hearted,
hearted with her Noreen bond
Many years the widow waited
Till one morning to her door
Came a tender -hearted woman
Though I'm frail, tis but a call
But her cheeks were clust and scarlet
And another tale they told
There's a graveyard in Chirconel
Where the flowers wildly wave
There's a grey -haired mother kneeling
O 'er the green and lonely grave
Oh, my Noreen, she is saying
It's been lonely since you've gone
Was the curse of emigration
Laid you here, my Noreen, gone?
So young youths and tender maidens
Ponder well before you go
From your humble homes an' airin'
But is gold and what is silver
When your health and strength are gone
When you speak of emigration,
won't you think of knowing