Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning Close to the window yound eileen is spinning Bent over the fire her blind grandmother sitting Is crooning and moaning and drowsily knitting Eileen achara I hear someone tapping 'tis the ivy dear mother against the glass flapping Eilly I surely hear somebody sighing 'tis the sound mother dear of the summer winds dying (chorus)
Merrily, cheerily, noiselessly whirring Swings the wheel, spins the wheel while the foot's stirring Sprightly and brightly and airily ringing Thrilss the sweet voice of the young maiden singing
What's that noise I hear at the window I wonder 'tis the little birds chirping the holly bush under What makes you be shovin' and moving your stool on And singing all wrong that old song of the coolin' There's a form at the casement the form of her true love And he whispers with face bent I'm waiting for you love Get up on your stool through the lattice step lightly We'll rove in the grove while the moon's shining brightly
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The maid shakes her head on her lips lays her fingers Steals up from her seat longs to go and yet lingers A frightened glance turns to her drowsy grandmother Puts one foot on the stool spins the wheel with the other Lazily, easily swings now the wheel round Slowly and lowly is heard now the reel's sound Noisless and light to the lattice above The maid steps then leap to the arms of her lover
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Slower and slower and slower the wheel swings Lower and lower and lower the reel rings Ere the reel and the wheel stopped there ringing and moving Through the grove the young lovers by moonlight are roving
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