Delia Murphy
Текст песни The Spinning Wheel

Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning
Close by the window young Eileen is spinning
Bent o'er the fire her blind grandmother sitting
Is crooning and moaning and drowsily knitting

[Chorus:]
Merrily, cheerily, noisily, whirring
Swings the wheel, spins the wheel while the foot's stirring
Sprightly and lightly and airily 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"
"Eily, I surely hear somebody sighing"
"'Tis the sound, mother dear, of the autumn winds dying"

[Chorus]

"What's that noise that I hear at the window I wonder?"
"'Tis the little birds chirping, the holly-bush under"
"What makes you be pushing and moving your stool on?
And singing all wrong that old song of Coolin?"

[Chorus]

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"

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

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
Ere the reel and the wheel stop their spinning and moving
Through the grove the young lovers by moonlight are roving

* - автором текста, положенного на народную ирландскую мелодию, является John Francis Waller, ирландский поэт (1810-1894)