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