Norah, Dear Norah

Feilding Star, Volume IX, Issue 157, 4 August 1888, Page 3

Norah, Dear Norah

If our readers are not tired of the subject they will perhaps be interested in the words of this (now famous) song, a copy of which we have been enabled to procure. They are as follows : — I love Norah, my darling Norah, The fairest hlly that's in the dell ; I go to court her Across the water Every Sunday by the dear old well. She sings so sweetly, She dresses neatly, She'B Buch an angel upon my arm, She's good society, She's full of piety, Her name is Norah ; I do adore her ; And her mother keeps a little poultry farm. Dainty feet, measures beat ; Sings so sweet, quite a treat ; Trips the street. Oh so neat. She's such an angel beneath my arm. She's such a dear one when this near one ; And her mother keeps a little poultry farm. Me/rain : Her name &c. Every Sunday, and often Monday, With her mother I go to dine ; And the daughter, I do escort her, Every evening till the clock strikes nine. One summer's evening, the moon was beaming, I said I loved her as dear as life ; She blushed completely, and smiled so sweetly, And she promised that she'd be my darling wife. Refrain : Her name &c.