1. Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning,
close by the window young Eileen is spinning,
bent o`er the fire her bling grandmother sitting,
crooning and moaning and drowsily knitting.
Merrily, cheerily, noiselessly whirring,
spins the wheel, rings the wheel, while the foot`s stirring.
Lightly and brightly and airily ringing,
sounds the sweet voic of the young maiden singing.
2. What`s thenoise that I hearat the window I wonder,
Tis`the little birds chirping the holly bush under.”
What makes you be shoving moving your stool on,
An` singing, all wrong, that old song of” The Coolun?”
Merrily, easily, noiselessly whirring,
spins the wheel; rings the wheel, while the foot`s stirring.
Sprightly and lightly and airily ringing,
trills the sweet voice of thy young maiden singing.
3. There`s aform of the casement, the form of her true love,
and he whispers face bent” I`m waiting for you, love,
set up from the stoll, through lattice step lightly, we`ll
rove in the grove while the moon`s shining brightly.”
Lazily, easily, swings not the wheel round,
slowly and lowly is heard now the reel`s sound,
noiseless and light to the lattice above her, the
maid steps, then leaps to the arms of her lover.
4. Maid shakes her head, on her lip lays her fingers,
steals up from stool, longs to go and yet lingers.
A frightened glance turns toher drowsy grand mother, puts
one foot onthe stool, spins the wheel with the other.
Slower, and slower, and slower the wheel swings
lower, and lower, and lower the reel rings;
reel and the wheel stop their ringing and moving, through`
grove the young lovers by moonlight are roving.