Where lagan streams sing lullaby
There blows a lily fair
When twilight gleam is in her eyes the night is on her hair

And like a love sick leanshee she hath my heart entrall
No life have I
No liberty when love is lord of all

And sometimes when the beetle's horn hath lulled the eve to sleep
I steal unto her shielling low and through her dooring peep

There on the cricket's singing stone she stirrs the bog wood fire
And hums in soft sweet undertones the song of hearts desire

Her welcome
Like her love for me is from her heart within
Her warm kiss is felicity that knows no taint of sin