An Irish Idyll In Six Miniatures, Op. 77 (Version For Voice & Orchestra): No. 2, A Fairy Lough

Lough-a-reem-a! Lough-a-reem-a
Lies so high among the heather
A little lough, a dark lough
The water's black an' deep.
Ould herons go a-fishin' there
An' seagulls all together
Float roun' the one green island
On the fairy lough asleep

Lough-a-reem-a! Lough-a-reem-a
When the sun goes down at seven
When the hills are dark an' airy
'Tis a curlew whistles sweet!
Then somethin' rustles all the reeds
That stand so thick an' even
A little wave runs up the shore
An' flees, as if on feet

Lough-a-reem-a! Lough-a-reem-a
Stars come out, an' stars are hidin'
The wather whispers on the stones
The flittherin' moths are free
One'st before the mornin' light
The Horsemen will come ridin'
Roun' an' roun' the fairy lough
And no one there to see