Lagan Love

Where Lagan streams sing lullabies
 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 holds my heart in thrall
 No life have I, nor liberty
 For love is lord of all
 And often when the beetle's horn
 Has lulled the eye to sleep
 I steal into her sheiling lorn
 And through the doorway I creep
 There on the cricket's singing stone
 She makes the bogwood fire
 And sings in sweet and undertone
 The song of heart's desire
 Where Lagan streams sing lullabies
 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 holds my heart in thrall
 No life have I, nor liberty
 For love is lord of all