Mellow the moonlight to shine is by the window young Eileen is spinning Bent o'er the her grand grandmother sitting is crooning and and drowsily knitting.
cho: Merrily cheerily noisily the wheel spins the wheel while the foot's stirring Sprightly and and merrily ringing Sounds the sweet voice of the young singing.
Eileen, a chara, I hear someone 'Tis the ivy dear mother against the flapping Eileen, I surely hear sighing the sound mother dear 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 step lightly And we'll in the grove while the moon's shining brightly.
Merrily cheerily noisily whirring Swings the wheel the wheel while the foot's stirring Sprightly and lightly and merrily Sounds the sweet of the young maiden singing.
The shakes her head, on her lips lays her fingers Steals up from the seat, to go and yet lingers A frightened glance turns to her grandmother Puts one foot on the stool spins the wheel with the
Lazily, easily, now the wheel round Slowly and is heard now the reel's sound Noiseless and light to the above her The maid steps, then to the arms of her lover.
Slower and slower, and slower the wheel Lower and lower, and lower the reel there the and the wheel stop their spinning and moving The grove the lovers by moonlight are roving.