Jan 092017
 

Paula here.  I grew up in Ireland loving this traditional ballad.  However, as a teen I changed the lover from a ‘he’ to a ‘she.’

 

The Irish Spinning Wheel

Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning

Close to the window young 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

 

Merrily, cheerily, noiselessly whirring

Swings the wheel, spins the wheel while the foot’s stirring

Sprightly and brightly and airily ringing

Thrills the sweet voice of the young maiden singing

There’s a form at the casement the form of her true love

And SHE 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”

Merrily, cheerily, noiselessly whirring

Swings the wheel, spins the wheel while the foot’s stirring

Sprightly and brightly and airily ringing

Thrills the sweet voice of the young maiden singing

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 reel’s sound

Noiseless and light to the lattice above

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

Ere the reel and the wheel stopped there ringing and moving

Through the grove the young lovers by moonlight are roving

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