Bailey McDover was an Irish lass
Who walked barefoot upon the soft green grass.
Her beauty was known throughout the land.
Her smile was bright, her sweetness, grand.
Handsome lads would wink and whistle
But the lass preferred to gather thistle.
For you see, Bailey’s heart was already taken
By a man who left her alone, forsaken.
She had loved him, heart and soul.
But he shattered her spirit, which took it’s toll.
People say she went quite mad.
Others thought she was just plain sad.
She disappeared one Saint Patrick’s Day
Deep in the woods she lost her way.
Green ribbon from her hair was all they found
When they searched the woods around.
Did she find her long lost love
Or finally pass to peace above?
Legend says she still is heard
Sobbing at night, never speaking a word.
Young lovers think they hear her cry
As they lay on blankets under the starry sky.
Saint Patrick’s Day is here once more
Her story is retold, it’s become folklore.
So if you find a four leaf clover
Wish for luck for Bailey McDover.
