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. II 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