EILEEN

In a town by the sea near the castle Doneen, The fairest of all was the maiden Eileen. The bloom on her cheeks was as fresh as the dew, And her heart to a young fisher laddie was true. At morn he would sail with the sun and the tide, And he would return to his promised young bride And down by the shore you could hear it so plain, His voice in the wind singing softest refrain, "Eileen, my Eileen, oh wait for me wait Eileen." They were to be wed on a Sunday in May, And faith 'twas a joy to see Eileen so gay, The morning before he set sail with the tide, But he never returned to his promised young bride, On no never more was her heart light and warm, Her lover, he died, yes he died in a storm, And down by the shore you can hear it so plain, His ghost in the wind singing softest refrain, "Eileen, my Eileen, oh wait for me wait Eileen."

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