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Diana Love Dill (born January 22, 1923) is a Bermudian actress, active in the U.S., who has also appeared professionally under the names Diana Douglas and Diana Douglas Darrid.
Dill was born in Bermuda. Her mother, Ruth Rapalje (née Neilson), was from New Jersey, and her father, Lieutenant-Colonel Thomas Melville Dill (also the name of her great-grandfather, a mariner), was a former Attorney General of Bermuda, and former Commanding Officer of the Bermuda Militia Artillery. Her father was from a prominent Bermudian family, present on the island since the very early seventeenth century. Her bother, Sir Bayard Dill, was a prominent lawyer and politician. Her sister, Ruth Dill, was married to John Seward Johnson I, heir to the Johnson & Johnson fortune. Dill was raised in the Church of England. In 2002, at age 79, Ms. Dill married Donald Webster, who once served as Treasury chief of staff under President Richard Nixon.
She was once married to Kirk Douglas, with whom she had studied acting before the Second World War. During the War, Douglas was serving in the U.S. Navy when he saw the May 3, 1943, issue of Life magazine, which featured a photograph of Dill on the cover. He showed the cover to his ship-mates and said that he would marry her. The two were married on November 2, 1943. They had two sons, Michael and Joel, before divorcing in 1951.
Oh the palm trees wave on high all along that fertile shore
Adieu, you Hills of Kerry, I never will see you more
Oh, why did I leave my home, And why did I cross the sea?
And leave the small birds singing around you sweet Tralee
The noble and the brave have departed from your shore
They´ve gone, they've gone to fight the war's, where the mighty cannons roar
Will they ever again return To see old Ireland free
And hear the small birds singing, around you sweet Tralee
Will I ever see the shamrock, that sprig so fine and grand
Or hear the curlew flying high O'er lowly Banna Strand
As I stand on this foreign shore And think on what might be
Will I ever more return again, to see you sweet Tralee
No more I'll see the sunbeams on that precious harvest morn
Or hear our reaper singing in a field of golden corn
There´s an end to every woe and a cure for every pain
But the laughing eye's of my darling girl, I never will see again
Oh the palm trees wave on high all along that fertile shore
Adieu, you Hills of Kerry, I never will see you more
Oh, why did I leave my home, And why did I cross the sea?
And leave the small birds singing, around you sweet Tralee