Lonnie Donegan My Laggan Love
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 leannán sÃ, She hath my heart in thrall No life have I, no liberty, For love is lord of all
And often when the beetle's horn Has lulled the eve to sleep, I steal into her shieling lorn, And through the doorway creep, There on the crickets' singing-stone She makes the bogwood fire, And sings in sweet and undertone, The song of heart's desire
