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 lennan-shee She hath my heart in thrall No life I owe no liberty With love is lord of all. And sometimes when the beetle's horn Hath lulled the eve to sleep I steal unto her shieling lorn And thru the dooring 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.
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