Love, my lagan Love, my lagan love
Where Lagan stream sing lullaby
There blows a lily fair.
The twilight gleam is in her eye
The night is on her hair
And like a lovesick lenanshee
She hath my heart in thrall
No life I owe, no libery
For love is lord of all
My Lagan Love

And sometimes when the beetle's horn
Hath lulled the eve to sleep
I steal unto her sheiling low
And through the dooreen peep
There on the cricket's singing stone
She stirs the bogwood fire
And hums in soft sweet undertones
The song of hearts desire
The song of hearts desire