Mellow the moonlight to is beginning Close by the window young Eileen is Bent o'er the fire her grandmother sitting is crooning and and drowsily knitting.
cho: Merrily noisily whirring Swings the spins the wheel while the foot's stirring Sprightly and lightly and ringing the sweet voice of the young maiden singing.
Eileen, a chara, I hear someone 'Tis the ivy dear against the glass flapping Eileen, I surely hear sighing 'Tis the sound mother of the autumn winds dying.
There's a 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 the moon's shining brightly.
cho: Merrily cheerily noisily Swings the wheel spins the wheel the foot's stirring Sprightly and lightly and merrily Sounds the sweet voice of the maiden singing.
The maid shakes her head, on her lips her fingers Steals up the seat, longs to go and yet lingers A frightened glance to her drowsy grandmother Puts one foot on the spins the wheel with the other
Lazily, easily, swings now the round and lowly is heard now the reel's sound Noiseless and light to the above her The maid steps, then leaps to the of her lover.
Slower and slower, and the wheel swings and lower, and lower the reel rings there the reel and the stop their spinning and moving The the young lovers by moonlight are roving.