Where Lagan stream sing lullaby. There blows a lily fair. When twilight gleam is in her eyes. The night is on her hair. And like a love-sick lenanshee.
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.