Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning
Close by the window young Eileen is spinning
Bent o'er the fire blind grandmother sitting
Is crooning and
mourning and drowsily knitting
Eileen,
a-carrin',
I hear someone tapping Tis the ivy,
dear mother,
against the glass
flapping Eileen, I surely hear somebody sighing
Tis the song, mother dear,
of the autumn
winds dying
Fairly, cheerily, noiselessly we ring
Swings the wheel, spins the wheel, while the
foot stirring Sprightly and brightly and airily ringing
Thrills the sweet voice of the young maiden singing
There's a farm at the casement,
the farm of her true love
And he whispers with face bent,
I'm waiting for you,
love Get up on the stool,
through the lattice step lightly We'll row in
the grove while the moon's shining brightly
And the maid shakes her head and her lip lays her fingers
Steals up from the seat,
longs to go and yet lingers
A frightened glance turns on 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 real sound
Noiseless and light to the lattice above her The maid creeps then
leaps to the arms of her lover
Slower and slower and slower the wheel swings
Lower and lower and lower the reel rings
But they're ringing and moving through the
grove The young lovers by moonlight are roving