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Love, my Lagan love, |
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My Lagan love. |
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Where Lagan stream sing lullaby, |
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There blows a lily fair. |
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The twilight gleam is in her eye, |
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The night is on her hair. |
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And like a love-sick lennan-shee |
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She hath my heart in thrall |
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No life have |
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I, no liberty |
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For love is lord of all |
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My Lagan love. |
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And sometimes when the beetles horn |
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Hath lulled the eve to sleep |
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I steal unto her shieling low |
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And through her dooreen peep |
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There on the cricket's singing stone |
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She stirs the bog wood fire |
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And hums in soft sweet undertones |
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The song of heart's desire |
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The song of heart's desire |
