Nora Mcshane - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
NORA McSHANE. 
I've left Ballymornach a long way behind me; To better my fortune I've crossed the big sea; But I'm sadly alone, not a creature to mind me, And faith I'm as wretched as wretched can be. I think of the buttermilk, fresh as the daisy. The beautiful hills And the emerald plain, And, oh! don't I oftentimes think myself crazy About that young black-eyed rogue, Norah McShane. 
I sigh for the turf pile so cheerfully burning. When barefoot I trudged it from toiling afar, When I tossed in the light the thirteen I'd been earning, And whistled the tune of "Erin-go-Bragh." In truth, I believe that I'm half broken-hearted; To my country and love I must get back again, For I've never been happy at all since I parted From sweet Ballymornach And Nora McShane. 
Oh! there's something so dear in the cot I was born in, Tho' the walls are of mud, and the roof is but thatch; How familiar the grunt of the pigs in the morning, What music in lifting the rusty old latch. 'Tis true I'd no money, but then I'd no sorrow; My pockets were light, but my heart had no pain; And if I but live till the sun shines to-morrow, I'll be off to old Erin and Norah McShane.