Where Lagan streams sing lullabies 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 holds my heart in thrall No life have I, nor liberty For love is lord of all And often when the beetle's horn Has lulled the eye to sleep I steal into her sheiling lorn And through the doorway I creep There on the cricket's singing stone She makes the bogwood fire And sings in sweet and undertone The song of heart's desire Where Lagan streams sing lullabies 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 holds my heart in thrall No life have I, nor liberty For love is lord of all