The Spinningwheel

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

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Merrily, cheerily, noiselessly whirring

Swings the wheel, spins the wheel while the foots stirring

Sprightly and brightly and airily ringing

Thrilss the sweet voice of the young maiden singing

Whats 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 coolin

Theres a form at the casement the form of her true love

And he whispers with face bent Im waiting for you love

Get up on your stool through the lattice step lightly

Well rove in the grove while the moons shining brightly

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The maid shakes her head on her lips lays her fingers

Steals up from her 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 reels sound

Noisless and light to the lattice above

The maid steps then leap to the arms of her lover

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Slower and slower and slower the wheel swings

Lower and lower and lower the reel rings

Ere the reel and the wheel stopped there ringing and moving

Through the grove the young lovers by moonlight are roving