- Where Lagan stream sing lullaby
- There blows a lily fair
- When twilight gleam is in her eyes
- The night is on her hair
- And like a love - sick lenanshee
- She hath my heart in thrall
- No life have I, no liberty
- With love is lord of all
-
- And sometimes when the
beetles horn
- Hath lulled the eve to
sleep
- I steal unto her
shieling low
- And through her
dooreen peep
- There on the cricket's
singing stone
- She stirs the bog wood
fire
- And hums in soft sweet
undertones
- 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