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G Where Lagan stream sings lullaby A There grows a lily fair. G The twilight gleam is in her eye, A The night is on her hair. Bm A C D And like a lovesick lenashee Bm E A She hath my heart in thrall. Am G Nor life I own, nor liberty, A For love is Lord of all. And often when the beetle's horn Hath lulled the eye to sleep, I steal unto her shieling lorn And through the dooring peep. There on the cricket's singing stone, She stirs the bogwood fire And hums in sad sweet undertone, The song of heart's desire. Her welcome like her love for me Is from the heart within Her warm kiss is felicity That knows no taint of sin When she was only very small Her gentle mother died But true love keeps her memory warm By Lagan's silver side |
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