My Lagan Love - Tommy Makem

Where Lagan stream sings lullaby

There grows a lily fair

The twilight gleam is in her eye

The night is on her hair

And like a lovesick leannsidhe

She hath my heart enthrall

No life I own or liberty

For love is lord of all

And often when the beetle’s tone

Has lulled the eve to sleep

I creep down to her sheeling low

And through the door I peep

There on the cricket’s singing stone

She piles the bog-wood fire

And sings in love’s sweet undertones

A song of heart’s desire