Norah Aroon - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
NORAH AROON. Copyright, 1894, by DuBois & Talbot. Words and Music by O. DuBois. 
A sweet little daisy grew down in the dell, Near the old-fashioned cottage that we loved so well; I watched as it budded into its full bloom; 'Twa meant for a gift to my Norah Aroon. We coon would be wedded, my Norah and I; Our cot was all fixed up so fine. And I longed for the day when I'd call her my own, Then I'd give her the daisy, my Norah Aroon. 
But, alas! the sweet dream was ne'er to come true, For one fateful day, which I've Ne'er ceased to rue. The dark rushing river took from me my bride, My darling, my Norah, my life's hope and pride. The stream kept its treasure; no more have we seen Her fair face so loving and sweet. The daisy I plucked and placid over my heart, In mem'ry of Norah, sweet North Aroon.