Where Lagan's stream sing
s lul laby,
There blooms a lily fair,
The twilight gleam is in her eye,
The night is on her hair,
And like a lovesick lannan she,
She hath my heart enthroned,
nor life I own, nor liberty,
for love is Lord of all.
Her father sails a running barge
to Ixlambeg and the Drum,
And on the lonely river march,
she clears his hearth for him.
When she was only fairy high,
her gentle mother died
But dear love keeps her memory
green on the lagon side
And of times when
the beetle's horn
Hath lull'd the eve to sleep,
I steal into her shieling lorn,
And through the doring peen.
There on the cricket's singing stone
She spares the bogwood fire
Her end hums in sad, sweet undertone
The song of heart's desire
Her welcome, like her love for me,
is from her heart within.
Her warm kiss is felicity
that knows no taint of sin
And when I stir my foot to go,
Tis leaving love and light
To feel the wind of longing blow.
from out the dark of night.