Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning
Close by the window young Eileen is spinning
Bent over the fire her flying grandmother sitting
Is moaning and crooning and drowsily knitting
Merrily cheerily noisily whirring
Spins the wheel swings the wheel
While the foot's stirring
Lightly and brightly and merrily ringing
Sounds the sweet voice
Of the young maiden singing
Eileen a chara I hear someone tapping
The ivy dear mother
Against the glass flapping
Eileen I'm sure I hear somebody sighing
Is the sound mother dear
Of the autumn winds dying
Merrily cheerily noisily whirring
Spins the wheel swings the wheel
While the foot's stirring
Lightly and brightly and merrily ringing
Sounds the sweet voice
Of the young maiden singing
There's a form at the casement
This form 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
And we'll rove in the glom
While the moon's shining brightly
Merrily cheerily noisily whirring
Spins the wheel swings the wheel
While the foot's stirring
Lightly and brightly and merrily ringing
Sounds the sweet voice
Of the young maiden singing
Slower and slower
And slower the wheel swings
Lower and lower
And lower the reel rings
There the reel and the wheel
Stop their spinning and moving
But the grove the young lovers
By moonlight grow roving
