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Where Lagan stream sings lullaby <br />
There blows a lily fair <br />
The twilight gleam is in her eye <br />
The night is on her hair <br />
And like a love-sick lennan-shee <br />
She has my heart in thrall <br />
Nor life I owe nor liberty <br />
With love is lord of all. <br />
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And sometimes when the beetle's horn <br />
Hath lulled the eve to sleep <br />
I steal unto her shieling lorn <br />
And thru the dooring peep. <br />
There on the cricket's singing stone, <br />
She spares the bogwood fire, <br />
And hums in sad sweet undertones <br />
The song of heart's desire <br />
<br />
The song of heart's desire.

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