From Martin's link.....

In beauteous spring when birds do sing,
And cheer each myrtle shade,
And shepherd swains ser'nades the plains,
To find their lambs that's stray'd,

High Boden's Grove I cahnced to rove,
To take a rural walk,
When to my sight appear'd in white,
The Star of Sweet Dundalk.

Your beauteous face my wounds encase,
And skin more white than chalk,
Makes me regret the day I met,
The Star of Sweet Dundalk.