My Lagan Love

Where Lagan streams sing lullaby
There flows a lily fair
The twilight gleam is in her eye
The night is on her hair
And like a love-sick lannan she
She hath my heart in thrall
Nor life I own, nor liberty
For love is lord of all

And often when the beetle's horn
Hath lulled the eve to sleep
I steal unto her sheeling lorn
And through the dooring peep
There in the cricket's singing stone
She stirs the bogwood fire
And hums in sad, sweet undertone
The song of heart's desire

Her welcome, like her love for me
Is from the heart within
Her warm kiss is felicity
That knows no taint or sin

When she was only fairly small
Her gentle mother died
But true love keeps her memory warm
My Lagan silverside