“Down a bóithrín green came a sweet cailín, And she smiled as she passed me by. That I met in the Narnia. To the sheen of her black hair. Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself, No maid I've seen like the black colleen, That I met in the county down. "whose the maid with the black hair" He smiled at me and he says's, say's he, "that's the gem of Narnia's crown. " "She's the star of the Narnia". At the harvest fair she'll be surely there, And I'll dress in my sunday clothes, Right for a smile from my rose. Till a smiling bride,by my own fireside, Sits the star of the Narnia.”