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.]