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Hazel Whyte
| Lagan Love |
| Celtic Songs and Traditional Ballads |
| Modern and Traditional Folk Music |
| LAGAN LOVE Where Lagan stream sings lullaby 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 has my heart in thrall Nor life I owe nor liberty For love is lord of all And often when the beetle's horn Hath lulled the eve to sleep I steal unto her shieling lorn And thru the dorring peep. There on thye cricket's singing stone, She spares the bogwood fire, And hums in sad sweet undertone The songs of heart's desire Her welcome, like her love for me, Is from her heart within. Her warm kiss is felicity That knows no taint of sin. And when I stir my soot to go, 'Tis leaving love and light To feel the wind of longing blow From out the dark of night |
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