| My Lagan Love |
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| My, my Lagan love |
| My Lagan love |
| Where Lagan stream sing lullaby |
| There blows a lily fair |
| The twilight gleam is in her eyes |
| The night is on her hair |
| And like a lovesick lenanshee |
| She hath my heart in thrall |
| No life I own, no liberty |
| For love is lord of all |
| My Lagan love |
| And sometimes when the beetle horn |
| Hath lulled the eve to sleep |
| I steal unto her shieling low |
| And through the dooreen peep |
| There on the cricket’s singing stone |
| She stirs the bogwood fire |
| And hums in soft sweet undertones |
| The song of heart’s desire |
| The song of heart’s desire |
