Where Lagan stream sing lullaby There blows a lily fair The twilight gleam is in his eyes The night is on his hair And like a love-sick lennan-shee he has my heart in thrall Nor life have owe nor liberty For love is lord of all. And often when the beetle's horn Hath lulled the eve to sleep I steal unto his shieling lorn And thru the doorway keep. There on the cricket's singing stone, he makes the bogwood fire, And sings in sweet undertone The song of heart's desire