My lagan love

Where Lagan streams sings lullaby There blooms a lily fair And the moonlight gleam is in her eye And the night is in her hair And like the lovesick lenanshee She does my heart in thrall Nor life I...

Where Lagan streams sing lullabies There blows a lily fair. The twilight gleam is in her eye, The night is on her hair. And like a lovesick lenashee She hath my heart in thrall. No life have I, no...