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