The Star of Donegal

One evening fair to take the air alone I chanced to stray,
Down by yon lusty silver stream that runs along the way,
I spied two lovers seated beside a ruined hall,
The fair one's name was Mary Jane, the Star of Donegal.

He took her hand and then began,saying "Darling I must go
Unto the land of stars and stripes, where peace and plenty flow;
But I want your faithful promise, dear, that you'll wed none at all
Until I do return to you, bright Star of Donegal."

She blushed and sighed and thus replied, "It grieves my heart full sore
To think that you're compelled to go and leave your native shore,
You have my heart, here is my hand, I own the gift is small,
So stay at home and do not roam from matchless Donegal."

He clasped her in his loving arms and unto her did say,
"You know I love you Mary dear, although I'm going away,
Let us get wed without fear or dread and put an end to all,
And then I'll have my darling maid, the Star of Donegal."

She gave consent and off they went to the house of the Re. Hugh,
He joined their hands in wedlock's bands without any more ado,
From Derry Quay they sailed away and bade farewell to all, And now he's in America with the Star of Donegal.