my lagan love

MY LAGAN LOVE Where Lagan sream sings lullaby, there blows a lily fair The twilight gleam is in her eyes, the night is on her hair And like a lovesick lenanshee she hath my heart in Ihrall Nor life I own, nor liberty for love is lord of all And ohen when the beetle's horn hath lulled the eye to sleep I steal unto her shieling lorn and thro' the dooring peep There on the cricket's singing stone, she stirs the bogwood fire And hums in sad, sweet undertone the song of heart's desire Her welcome like her love for me is from the heart within Her warm kiss is felicity, that knows no taint or sin When she was only fairiy small her gentle mother died But true love keep s her memory warm, by Lagan's silver side
 

 


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