My lagan love

My lagan love Lyrics

Where Lagan stream sings lullaby
There blows a lily fiar;
The twilight gleam is in her eye,
The night is on her hair.
And, like a love-sick lenanshee,
She hath my heart in thrall;
Nor life I owe, nor liberty,
For Love is lord of all.

And often when the beetles horn
Hath lulled the eve to sleep,
I steal unto her shieling lorn
And thro' the dooring peep.
There on the cricket's singing stone
She spares the bog wood fire.
And hums in sad sweet undertone
The song of heart's desire.