My Lagan Love

Where Lagan stream sings lullaby There blows a lily fair The twilight gleam is in her eye The night is on her hair And like a love-sick lennan-shee She has my heart in thrall Nor life I owe nor liberty With love is lord of all. And sometimes when the beetle's horn Hath lulled the eve to sleep I steal unto her shielding lorn And through the dooring peep. There on the cricket's singing stone, She spares the bogwood fire, And hums in sad sweet undertones The song of heart's desire The song of heart's desire.