Norah, The Pride Of Kildare - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
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. 
Chorus. 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.