Lagan Love

Love, my Lagan love,

My Lagan love.

Where Lagan stream sing 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 hath my heart in thrall

No life have

I, no liberty

For love is lord of all

My Lagan love.

And sometimes when the beetles horn

Hath lulled the eve to sleep

I steal unto her shieling low

And through her dooreen peep

There on the cricket's singing stone

She stirs the bog wood fire

And hums in soft sweet undertones

The song of heart's desire

The song of heart's desire