While thumbing through a 1901 song book, I came upon these two lovely tunes.
NORAH, THE PRIDE OF KILDARE 1884
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 that I sigh’d for another less fair;
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?
Oh, Norah, dear Norah, the pride of Kildare.
JAMIE late 1800’s
Jamie! Jamie! Jamie!
Jamie! do you hear me calling in the gloaming,
Calling to you, laddie to come home?
Long and lone I’m watching, and my heart is wond’ring
Why upon the hill so late you roam.
Jamie! Jamie! Are you never coming
To the little heart that’s waiting sad at home?
Jamie! Jamie! Jamie!
Jamie, do you hear me calling in the gloaming,
Calling to you, laddie, calling Jamie!
Jamie! echo answer
And it says he’s coming, coming down the hillside;
Well I know his voice, my bonnie lad;
Now I hear him singing to the cattle blithely,
And the little sheep-bells tinkling glad.
Jamie! Jamie! Ah! the joy is on me,
And my heart is going, just like mad!
Jamie! Jamie! Jamie!
Welcome to you, laddie, welcome in the gloaming,
All my heart is crying welcome, Jamie!