Mellow the moonlight to shine is by the window young Eileen is spinning Bent the fire her grand grandmother sitting is crooning and and drowsily knitting.
cho: Merrily cheerily whirring Swings the wheel the wheel while the foot's stirring Sprightly and and merrily ringing Sounds the sweet of the young maiden singing.
Eileen, a chara, I hear tapping 'Tis the ivy mother against the glass flapping Eileen, I surely hear sighing 'Tis the mother dear of the autumn winds dying.
There's a form at the casement, the form of her love And he whispers with face bent, I'm waiting for you Get up on the stool, the lattice step lightly And we'll rove in the grove while the shining brightly.
Merrily cheerily noisily whirring Swings the wheel spins the while the foot's stirring Sprightly and and merrily ringing Sounds the sweet of the young maiden singing.
The maid her head, on her lips lays her fingers up from 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 Slowly and is heard now the reel's sound Noiseless and light to the above her The maid steps, then leaps to the of her lover.
and slower, and slower the wheel swings Lower and lower, and lower the reel there the reel and the wheel stop their and moving The grove the young by moonlight are roving.