Mellow
the moonlight to shine is beginning
Close by the window young Eileen is spinning
Bent o'er the reel her blind grandmother sitting
She's mourning and crooning and brows a-linning
Oh,
merrily, cheerily, noisily whirring
Spins the wheel, swings the wheel while the
foot's stirring Sprightly and lightly and airily ringing
Sounds the sweet voice of the young maiden singing
Eileen, a-cora,
I hear someone tapping
Tis the ivy, dear mother,
against the glass
flapping Eileen,
I surely hear somebody sighing
Tis the sound,
mother dear,
of the autumn winds dying
Oh,
merrily,
cheerily,
noisily whirring Spins the wheel,
swings the wheel while the
foot's stirring Sprightly and lightly and airily ringing
Sounds the sweet voice of the young maiden singing
There's a form at the casement,
the form of her true love He whispers with face bent,
I'm
waiting for you,
love Step up on the stool through the lattice,
step lightly And we'll rove in the grove while the moon
shines shining brightly Oh,
merrily, cheerily, noisily whirring
Spins the wheel,
swings the wheel while the foot's stirring
Sprightly and lightly and airily ringing Sounds
the sweet voice of the young maiden singing
Her lips lace her fingers,
leaps up from the stool Longs to go and yet lingers
A frightened glance turns to her drowsy
grandmother Puts one foot on the stool,
spins the wheel