The Star of Donegal
One evening fair to take air
Alone I chanced to stray,
Down by a lucid silvery stream,
That ran along my way,
I spied two lovers talking,
Seated by a ruined hall.
And the fair ones name was Mary
Or the Star of Donegal.
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He pressed her hand and then began
My darling I must go,
Into the land of stars and stripes,
Where peace and plenty flow,
But I want your faithful promise,
That you will wed none at all
Until I do,
Return into my Star of DonegalPatricia Greber