Where Lagan streams sing lullabies There blows a lily fair. The twilight gleam is in her eye, The night is on her hair. And like a lovesick lenashee She hath my heart in thrall. No life have I, no liberty, For love is Lord of all.
And often when the beetles horn Has lulled the eve to sleep, I`ll steal into her sheiling lorn And through the doorway creep. There on the cricket`s singing stone, She makes the bogwood fire And sings in sweet and undertone, The song of hearts desire.
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