| My Lagan Love |
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| Where Lagan stream sings lullaby |
| There grows a lily fair |
| The twilight gleam is in her eye |
| The night is on her hair |
| And like a lovesick leannsidhe |
| She hath my heart enthrall |
| No life I own or liberty |
| For love is lord of all |
| And often when the beetle’s tone |
| Has lulled the eve to sleep |
| I creep down to her sheeling low |
| And through the door I peep |
| There on the cricket’s singing stone |
| She piles the bog-wood fire |
| And sings in love’s sweet undertones |
| A song of heart’s desire |
