Loch Lomond - Dagda

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 dooring peep

There on the cricket’s singing stone

She spares the bogwood fire

And hums in sad sweet undertone

The songs of heart’s desire

Nor life I owe nor liberty

For love is lord of all

For love is lord of all