Star of Donegal

Star of Donegal - Connie Foley

One evening fair to take the air

Alone I chanced to stray

Down by a lucid silvery stream

That ran along my way

I spied two lovers talking

By an ancient ruined hall

And the fair one's name was Mary

The star of Donegal

He pressed her hand and then began

My darling must I go

Unto the land of stars and stripes

Where peace and plenty flow

But I want your faithful promise

That you'll wed none at all

Until I do return into

The 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

Here is my hand

You have my heart

I own the gift is small

So stay at home and do not roam

From matchless Donegal

The young man said

My charming maid

At home I cannot stay

To the Californian gold-fields

I am bound to cross the sea

To accumulate a fortune

And to build a splendid hall

For to elevate to rank and state

The star of Donegal