Copyright, 1885, by T. B. Harms & Co.
Norah, asthore, far away o'er the ocean,
I sigh for the light of thy beautiful eyes;
Distance nor time ne'er will blight the devotion
That dwells in my heart for the colleen I prize.
Thy smile that would welcome me, love, in the gloaming,
Still lightens my pathways as bright as of yore;
Thy sweet voice I hear, love, where'er I am roaming,
Calling me back to my Norah, asthore.
Norah, asthore, aye! soon I'll be sailing
Home to you, darling, to part nevermore;
My soul longs to hear, love, thy sweet words of greeting,
Norah, allanna, Norah, asthore.
Norah, asthore, tho' 'tis years since we parted,
I know you'll be true to the promise you gave;
Your whisper that joy to my sorrows imparted,
Still speaks to my heart, love, from thee o'er the wave.
Ah, soon will the long days of waiting be over,
Ah, soon I'll return to the love I adore;
Bright will the skies seem beside you, mavourneen,
Norah, allanna, my Norah, asthore.-Chorus.