American Old Time Song Lyrics: 01 Norah The Pride Of Kildare
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 1
Norah, the Pride of Kildare
As beauteous as Flora, is charming young Norah,
The joy of my heart and the pride of Kildare;
I ne'er will deceive her, for sadly 'twould grieve her
To find hat I sighed for another less fair.
Her heart with truth teeming, her eye with smiles beaming,
What mortal could injure a blossom so rare
As Norah, dear Norah, the pride of Kildare?
Where'er I may be, love, I'll ne'er forget thee, love,
Though beauties may smile, and try to ensnare;
Yet nothing shall ever my heart from thine sever,
Dear Norah, sweet Norah, the pride of Kildare.- Chorus.