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 lovesick lennan-shee,
she has my heart in thrall.
Nor life I owe nor liberty
for love is lord of all.
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Agenda werkplaats
27 september 2026
Zingen
Koor op school
11 oktober 2026
Instrumentaal
Ukelele spelen
25 oktober 2026
Zingen
Koordag
29 oktober 2026
Instrumentaal
Bamboefluit bouwen
1 november 2026
Dans & beweging
Bewegend zingen met kleuters
8 november 2026
Zingen
Zingen met je klas
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2.
Her father sails a running-barge
'Twixt Leamh-beag' and 'The Druim';
and on the lonely river-marge
she clears his hearth for him.
When she was only fairy-high
her gentle mother died,
but dew-love keeps her memory
green on the Lagan side.
'Twixt Leamh-beag' and 'The Druim';
and on the lonely river-marge
she clears his hearth for him.
When she was only fairy-high
her gentle mother died,
but dew-love keeps her memory
green on the Lagan side.
3.
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.
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.
4.
Her welcome, like her love for me,
is from her heart within:
her warm kiss is felicity
that knows no taint of sin.
And, when I stir my foot to go,
'tis leaving love and light
to feel the wind of longing blow
from out the dark of night.
is from her heart within:
her warm kiss is felicity
that knows no taint of sin.
And, when I stir my foot to go,
'tis leaving love and light
to feel the wind of longing blow
from out the dark of night.
5.
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 lovesick lennan-shee,
she has my heart in thrall.
Nor life I owe nor liberty
for love is lord of all.
there blows a lily fair,
the twilight gleam is in her eye,
the night is on her hair.
And like a lovesick lennan-shee,
she has my heart in thrall.
Nor life I owe nor liberty
for love is lord of all.