The Spinningwheel : To Eilly and Teesa in Philly
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Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning
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Close to the window yound Eileen is spinning
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Bent over the fire her blind grandmother sitting
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Is crooning and moaning and drowsily knitting
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Eileen achara I hear someone tapping
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'Tis the ivy dear mother against the glass flapping
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Eilly I surely hear somebody sighing
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'Tis the sound mother dear of the summer winds dying
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(Chorus)
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Merrily, cheerily, noiselessly whirring
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Swings the wheel, spins the wheel while the foot's stirring
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Sprightly and brightly and airily ringing
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Thrilss the sweet voice of the young maiden singing
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What's that noise I hear at the window I wonder
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'Tis the little birds chirping the holly bush under
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What makes you be shovin' and moving your stool on
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And singing all wrong that old song of the coolin'
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There's a form at the casement the form of her true love
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And he whispers with face bent I'm waiting for you love
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Get up on your stool through the lattice step lightly
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We'll rove in the grove while the moon's shining brightly
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(Chorus)
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The maid shakes her head on her lips lays her fingers
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Steals up from her seat longs to go and yet lingers
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A frightened glance turns to her drowsy grandmother
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Puts one foot on the stool spins the wheel with the other
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Lazily, easily swings now the wheel round
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Slowly and lowly is heard now the reel's sound
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Noisless and light to the lattice above
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The maid steps then leap to the arms of her lover
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(Chorus)
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Slower and slower and slower the wheel swings
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Lower and lower and lower the reel rings
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Ere the reel and the wheel stopped there ringing and moving
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Through the grove the young lovers by moonlight are roving
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The Spinningwheel
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| John McDermott |
