Lyrics:

Where Lagan stream sings lullaby There blow a lily fair The twilight gleam is in her eye The night is no her hair And like a love-sick lenanshee She hath my heart in thrall Nor life I owe, nor liberty for love is lord of all and often when the beetles horn Hath lulled the eve to sleep I steal unto here shielding lorn And thro' the dooring peep There on the cricket's singing stone She makes the bog wood fire And hums in sad sweet undertone The song of heart's desire