My Lagan Love

Where Lagan stream sing lullaby There blows a lily fair The twilight gleam is in her eyes The night is on her hair And like a love-sick lennan-shee She has my heart in thrall No life I own no liberty With love is lord of all And sometimes when the beetle's horn Hath lulled the eve to sleep I steal unto her shieling lorn And through her dooring peep There on the cricket's singing stone She stirs the bogwood fire And hums in soft sweet undertones The song of heart's desire The song of heart's desire