Where Lagan stream sings 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 has my heart in thrall

Nor life I owe nor liberty
With love is lord of all.


And sometimes when the beetle's horn
Hath lulled the eve to sleep
I steal unto her shieling lorn

And thru the dooring peep.
There on the cricket's singing stone,
She spares the bogwood fire,

And hums in sad sweet undertones
The song of heart's desire


The song of heart's desire.