My Lagan Love

Where Lagan streams sing lullabies

There blows a lily fair

When 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 sometimes when

The beetles horn

Has lulled the eve to sleep

I steal into

Her sheiling lorn

And through the doorway creep

There on the cricket's singing stone

She spares the bogwood fire

And hums in sad

Sweet and undertone

The song of hearts desire

Her welcome

Like her love for me

Is from her heart within

Her warm kiss is felicity

That knows no taint of sin