Mellow the to shine is beginning Close by the young Eileen is spinning Bent o'er the fire her grand grandmother is and moaning and drowsily knitting.
cho: Merrily cheerily whirring the wheel spins the wheel while the foot's stirring Sprightly and lightly and ringing Sounds the voice of the young maiden singing.
Eileen, a chara, I hear someone 'Tis the ivy dear mother against the flapping Eileen, I surely hear sighing 'Tis the sound mother dear of the autumn dying.
a form at the casement, the form of her true love And he whispers with bent, I'm waiting for you love Get up on the stool, through the lattice lightly And we'll rove in the grove while the moon's brightly.
Merrily cheerily noisily whirring Swings the wheel spins the while the foot's stirring and lightly and merrily ringing Sounds the sweet of the young maiden singing.
The maid her head, on her lips lays her fingers Steals up the seat, longs to go and yet lingers A frightened turns to her drowsy grandmother Puts one foot on the stool spins the with the other
Lazily, easily, now the wheel round Slowly and is heard now the reel's sound Noiseless and light to the above her The steps, then leaps to the arms of her lover.
Slower and slower, and slower the swings and lower, and lower the reel rings there the reel and the wheel stop their and moving The grove the young lovers by are roving.