The Spinningwheel : To Eilly and Teesa in Philly

Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning
Close to the window yound Eileen is spinning
Bent over the fire her blind grandmother sitting
Is crooning and moaning and drowsily knitting
Eileen achara I hear someone tapping
'Tis the ivy dear mother against the glass flapping
Eilly I surely hear somebody sighing
'Tis the sound mother dear of the summer winds dying
(Chorus)

Merrily, cheerily, noiselessly whirring
Swings the wheel, spins the wheel while the foot's stirring
Sprightly and brightly and airily ringing
Thrilss the sweet voice of the young maiden singing

What's that noise I hear at the window I wonder
'Tis the little birds chirping the holly bush under
What makes you be shovin' and moving your stool on
And singing all wrong that old song of the coolinThere'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 your stool through the lattice step lightly
We'll rove in the grove while the moon's shining brightly