The Blooming Bright 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 labour
Which caused me to stay for awhile
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 that 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 my blooming bright star of Belle Isle.