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My Lagan Love
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Ca sĩ: The Corrs
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Where lagan stream sing lullaby
There blows a lily fair
When twilight gleam is in her eyes
The night is on her hair
And like a lovesick lenanshee
She hath my heart in thrall
 
No life have I, no liberty
With love is lord of all
 
And sometimes when the beetles horn
Hath lulled the eve to sleep
I steal unto her shieling low
And through her dooreen peep
There on the cricket's singing stone
She stirs the bog wood fire
 
And hums in soft sweet undertones
The song of heart's desire
 
Her welcome like her love for me
Is from her heart within
Her warm kiss is felicity
That knows no taint of sin