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The Spinningwheel : |
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To Eilly and |
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Teesa in Philly |
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Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning |
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Close to the window yound |
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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 |
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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 (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 |
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I hear at the window |
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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 |
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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 (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 (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 |