My Lagan Love

Where lagan streams sing lullaby

There blows a lily fair

When twilight gleam is in her eyes the night is on her hair



And like a love sick leanshee she hath my heart entrall

No life have I

No liberty when love is lord of all



And sometimes when the beetle's horn hath lulled the eve to sleep

I steal unto her shielling low and through her dooring peep



There on the cricket's singing stone she stirrs the bog wood fire

And hums in soft sweet undertones the song of hearts desire



Her welcome

Like her love for me is from her heart within

Her warm kiss is felicity that knows no taint of sin