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[A]Where Lagan stream sings lulla[G]by
There[A] blows a lily fair
The twilight gleam is in her[G] eye
The[A]
night is on her hair
And like a[Bm] love-[A]sick [C]lennan-[D]shee
She has my[Bm] heart[E] in[A] thrall
[Am]Nor life
I owe nor liber[G]ty
For[A] love is lord of all.
Her father sails a running-barge
'Twixt Leamh-beag and
The Druim;
And on the lonely river-marge
She clears his hearth for him.
When she was only fairy-high
Her gentle
mother died;
But dew-Love keeps her memory
Green on the Lagan side.
And often 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 undertone
The songs 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.
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
For love is lord of all.
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