Where Lagan stream sings lullaby

There blows a lily fair

The twilight gleam is in her eye

The night is on her hair

And like a love-sick lennan-shee

She has my heart in thrall

Nor life I owe nor liberty

With love is lord of all.

And sometimes when the beetle's horn

Hath lulled the eve to sleep

I steal unto her shieling lorn

And thru the dooring peep.

There on the cricket's singing stone,

She spares the bogwood fire,

And hums in sad sweet undertones

The song of heart's desire

The song of heart's desire.