Starry-eyed but grounded
sprite of step, her love unbounded
skipped she bonny of complexion fair
wreath of shamrock ring'd russet hair
through mossy grotto she tip-toed
on way to wed her blithe betrothed
There he wait in faerie grove
a humble lad, no treasure trove
beneath oak canopy & alder bough
to Holy Ghost they said their vows
fealty sworn by bloodied thorn
sealed with a kiss, each to the other
connubial born