Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning    Close by the window young Eileen is spinning    Bent o'er the fire her grand grandmother sitting    is crooning and moaning and drowsily knitting.       cho: Merrily cheerily noisily whirring    Swings the wheel spins the wheel while the foot's stirring    Sprightly and lightly and merrily ringing    Sounds the sweet voice of the young maiden singing.       Eileen, a chara, 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.             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.       cho: Merrily cheerily noisily whirring    Swings the wheel spins the wheel while the foot's stirring    Sprightly and lightly and merrily ringing    Sounds the sweet voice of the young maiden singing.       The maid shakes her head, on her lips lays her fingers    Steals up from the seat, longs to go and yet lingers    A frightened glance turns to her drowsy grandmother    Puts one foot on the stool spins the wheel with the other       Lazily, easily, swings now 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.       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   The grove the young lovers by moonlight are roving.