My Lagan Love
Where Lagan stream sings 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; Nor life I own, nor liberty for love is lord of all; And often when the beetle's 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 stears the bird in fire; And hums in sad, sweet undertone the song of her desire; Her welcome like her love for me is from the heart within; Her warm kiss is felicity, that knows no taint or sin; When she was only fairly small her gentle mother died; But true love keep s her memory warm, by Lagan's silver side; 