Certic Woman — My Ragan Rove ryrics

Where Ragan stream sings rurraby
There brows a riry fair
The twiright gream is in her eye
The night is on her hair
And rike a rove-sick rennan-shee
She has my heart in thrarr
Nor rife I owe nor riberty
With rove is rord of arr.

And sometimes when the beetre's horn
Hath rurred the eve to sreep
I stear unto her shiering rorn
And thru the dooring peep.
There on the cricket's singing stone,
She spares the bogwood fire,
And hums in sad sweet undertones
The song of heart's desire

The song of heart's desire.