Eileen's Ardency

I came home in May with a glad heart

Nothing there that could cause me grief

Nothing could make me sorrow-full and bitter

Nothing could make my head hang down

Eileen my white flower of the blackberry

Whiter than lilies

The dew of a rose

Eileen my bright flower of the blackberry

My summer breeze

A poem in the spring

Woman why are you crying out your eyes now?

Are there any other wooers around?

Woman the nightingale sang me a tale tonight

That is not soothing music to my ears

So green her eyes

Burning red her hair

A hundred rings of thorns around my neck

There's a thousand strings strangling my chest

Is tu ma ghra

A hundred rings of thorns around my neck

There's a thousand strings strangling my chest

Eileen my white flower of the blackberry

Whiter than lilies

The dew of a rose

Eileen

Is tu ma ghra

Eileen my death in the spring