Star Of Belle Isle - Archie Fisher

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