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[00:00.00]My Lagan Love - Kenneth McKellar
[00:14.14]Where Lagan stream sings lullaby
[00:23.09]There blows a lily fair
[00:30.32]The twilight gleam is in her eye
[00:40.59]The night is on her hair
[00:48.56]And like a love sick lenanshee
[00:56.66]She hath my heart to thrall
[01:06.51]Nor life I owe nor liberty
[01:17.44]For love is lord of all
[01:39.64]And often when the beetles horn
[01:48.28]Hath lulled the eve to sleep
[01:56.46]I steal unto her shieling lorn
[02:06.90]And through the dooring peep
[02:15.29]There on the cricket's singing stone
[02:23.52]She spares the bog wood fire
[02:33.76]And hums in sad sweet undertone
[02:45.18]The song of heart's desire