Copyright, 1895, by Howard & Co.
Words by Albert Hall. Music by Eugene O'Rourke.
There's only one girl I would have for my wife, and that's Norah, Norah;
With her I'd run double harness for life, with my little Norah dear;
Every morn, at the break of the day,
As round about Wicklow I drive on my way,
She'll ride on my cart, but no fare will she pay,
My Norah, Norah.
Norah Is young and fair, Norah has golden hair;
She rides upon my mail-cart every morning;
She sits by my side each day, enticing my heart away,
As I drive the cart that Norah rides on.
Some day I will make a most desperate try to win Norah, Norah;
She is the apple, the choice of my eye, is my little Norah dear;
I'll drive, as straight as a shot from a gun.
To the clergyman's house when my prize I have won,
And know I will never repent what I've done
When I wed Norah.- Chorus.