Love, my Lagan love, My Lagan love. Where Lagan stream sing lullaby, There blows a lily fair. The twilight gleam is in her eye, The night is on her hair. And like a love-sick lennan-shee She hath my heart in thrall No life have I, no liberty For love is lord of all My Lagan love. And sometimes when the beetles horn Hath lulled the eve to sleep I steal unto her shieling low And through her dooreen peep There on the cricket's singing stone She stirs the bog wood fire And hums in soft sweet undertones The song of heart's desire The song of heart's desire