The Spinning Wheel
Irish Boy's
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Mellow the moonlight
To shine is beginning
Close by the window
Young Eileen is spinning
Bent o'er the fire
Her blind grandmother sitting
Is crooning and moaning
And drowsily knitting
Merrily, cheerily
Noiselessly whirring
Swings the wheel, spins the wheel
While the foot's stirring
Sprightly and lightly
And airily ringing
Trills the sweet voice
Of the young maiden singing
Eileen, a-caragh
I hear someone tapping
'Tis the ivy, dear mother
Against the glass flapping
Eileen, I surely
Hear somebody sighing
'Tis the sound, mother dear
Of the autumn winds dying
Merrily, cheerily
Noiselessly whirring
Swings the wheel, spins the wheel
While the foot's stirring
Sprightly and lightly
And airily ringing
Trills the sweet voice
Of the young maiden singing
There's a form at the casement
The 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 grove
While the moon's shining brightly
Merrily, cheerily
Noiselessly whirring
Swings the wheel, spins the wheel
While the foot's stirring
Sprightly and lightly
And airily ringing
Trills the sweet voice
Of the young maiden singing
Slower and slower
And slower the wheel swings
Lower and lower
And lower the reel rings
Ere the reel and the wheel
Stop their ringing and moving
Through the grove the young lovers
By moonlight are roving
Through the grove the young lovers
By moonlight are roving