Lagan love [Italian translation]

Where Lagan stream sings lullaby

There blows a lily fair

The twilight gleam is in her eyes

The night is on her hair

And, like a love sick lennan-shee

She has my heart in thrall

No life have I, no liberty,

For love is lord of all

And often when the beetle's horn

Hath lulled the eve to sleep,

I steal unto her shieling lorn

And through the door-ring peep,

There on the crickets' singing-stone

She spares the bogwood fire,

And hums in sad sweet and 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.]