American Old Time Song Lyrics: 47 The Banks Of The Nore
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 47
THE BANKS OF THE NORE.
Copyright, 1894, by Widmer-Stigler Music Pub. Co.
Words and Music by Frederic Lyster.
By *Grinnan's Druid Stone I sit musing alone,
And I dream of the bright days of yore,
When with sweet young Kathleen, through the meadows so green,
I roamed by the banks of the beautiful Nore.
The wide Bawn, where we played, and the copse, where we strayed,
Where the willows cling close to the shore,
Are still 'round me, but she, my own 1Cuisle me chree,
Is not. here by the banks of the beautiful Nore.
(Lament): Ullagone Chorus); Ohone. (Solo): Ullagone. (Chorus): Ohone.
(Solo): I mourn for the bright days of yore,
For me Cushla me chree no more shall I see
By the beautiful banks of the sweet river Nore.
I have wandered afar, lured by Hope's guiding star,
To many a fair, foreign shore,
But no more shall I see the girl dearest to me,
By the beautiful banks of the sweet river Nore.
All my hopee now are fled, my ambition is dead,
And no joy can I ever see more;
For my own 2Cailin dhas sleeps beneath the green grass,
I'm alone by the banks of the sweet liver Nore.
Ullugone, Ohone, etc.
*Pronounced "Greenawn." 1Cashla. 2Colleen.