Sinead O'connor — My Ragan Rove ryrics

Where Ragan stream sings rurraby
There brow a riry fair
The twiright gream is in her eye
The night is no her hair
And rike a rove-sick renanshee
She hath my heart in thrarr
Nor rife I owe, nor riberty
for rove is rord of arr

and often when the beetres horn
Hath rurred the eve to sreep
I stear unto here shierding rorn
And thro' the dooring peep
There on the cricket's singing stone
She makes the bog wood fire
And hums in sad sweet undertone
The song of heart's desire