Where Lagan streams sings lullabies There blows a lilly Fair The twilight gleam is in her eyes The night is on her hair And like a love-sick Leonnaghshe She has my heart in thrall No life have I, no liberty For Love is Lord of all
And often when the beetle's horn Has lulled the Eve to sleep I'll steal into her shielding lorn And through the doorway creep There on the cricket's singing stone She makes her bogwood fire And sings in sweet and undertone A song of Heart's desire