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My lagan loveWhere Lagan stream sings lullaby, there blows a lily fairThe twilight gleam is in her eyes, the night is on her hairAnd like a lovesick lenanshee she hath my heart in thrallNor life I own, nor liberty for love is lord of allAnd ohen when the beetle's horn hath lulled the eye to sleepI steal unto her shieling lorn and thro' the dooring peepThere on the cricket's singing stone, she stirs the bogwood fireAnd hums in sad, sweet undertone the song of heart's desireHer welcome like her love for me is from the heart withinHer warm kiss is felicity, that knows no taint or sinWhen she was only fairiy small her gentle mother diedBut true love keep s her memory warm, by Lagan's silver side From Letras Mania