My Lagan Love

My Lagan Love - Kenneth McKellar

Where Lagan stream sings lullaby

There blows a lily fair

The twilight gleam is in her eye

The night is on her hair

And like a love sick lenanshee

She hath my heart to thrall

Nor life I owe nor liberty

For love is lord of all

And often when the beetles horn

Hath lulled the eve to sleep

I steal unto her shieling lorn

And through the dooring peep

There on the cricket's singing stone

She spares the bog wood fire

And hums in sad sweet undertone

The song of heart's desire