Star Of Belle Isle

One evening for pleasure I rambled
To view the fair fields all alone
Down by the banks of Loch Erin
Where beauty and pleasure were known
I spied a fair maid at her labor
Which caused me to stay for a while
I thought her the Goddess of Beauty
The blooming bright star of Belle Isle
I humbled myself to her beauty
«Fair maiden, where do you belong?
Are you from the heavens descended
Abiding in Cupid’s fair throng?»
«Young man, I will tell you a secret
It’s true I’m a maid who is poor
And to part from my vows and my promise
Is more than my heart can endure
Therefore I’ll remain at my service
And go through all hardship and toil
And wait for the lad that has left me
Alone on the banks of Belle Isle"
«Young maiden I wish not to banter
Tis true I came here in disguise
I came to fulfill my last promise
And hoped to give you a surprise
I own you’re the maid I love dearly
You’ve been in my heart all the while
For me there is no other damsel
Than the blooming bright star of Belle Isle