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Eileen
In a town on the sea, by the castle Doonee
The fairest of all, was the maiden Eileen
The bloom on her cheek 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
That he would return to his promised young bride
And down by the shore she could hear it so plain
His voice in the wind singing soft this refrain
Eileen, my Eileen, oh wait for me wait Eileen
They were to be wed on a Sunday in May
In faith it was 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
No, no, never more was her heart light and warm
Her lover he died, yes he died in a storm
And down by the shore, she could hear it so plain
His voice in the wind, singing soft this refrain
Eileen, my Eileen, oh wait for me wait Eileen
They say that her heart it was broken in two
The lovely Eileen oh so young and so true
And down by the shore they who loved her the best
By the rock where she waited, they laid her to rest
Oh many the years that have past since that day
But maidens who wait for their lovers they say
That down on the shore they could still hear so plain
His ghost in the wind, singing soft this refrain
Eileen, my Eileen, oh wait for me wait Eileen