My Lagan love

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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 lenanshee

She hath my heart in thrall

No life have I, no liberty

With love is lord of all

And sometimes when the beetles horn

Hath lulled the eve to sleep

I steal unto her shieling low

And through the dooren peep

There on the cricket's singing stone

She stirs the bog wood fire

And hums in soft sweet undertone

The song of heart's desire

Her welcome like her love for me

Is from her heart within

Her warm kiss is felicity

That knows no taint of sin