Thomas Furlong (Томас Ферлонг)

Eileen a Roon

I ’LL love thee evermore,
                Eileen a Roon!1
I ’ll bless thee o’er and o’er,
                Eileen a Roon!
O, for thy sake I ’ll tread,
Where the plains of Mayo spread;
By hope still fondly led,
                Eileen a Roon!

O, how may I gain thee?
                Eileen a Roon!
Shall feasting entertain thee?
                Eileen a Roon;
I would range the world wide,
With love alone to guide,
To win thee for my bride,
                Eileen a Roon!

Then wilt thou come away?
                Eileen a Roon!
O, wilt thou come or stay?
                Eileen a Roon!
O yes! O yes! with thee
I will wander far and free,
And thy only love shall be
                Eileen a Roon!

A hundred thousand welcomes,
                Eileen a Roon!
A hundred thousand welcomes,
                Eileen a Roon!
O, welcome evermore,
With welcomes yet in store,
Till love and life are o’er,
                Eileen a Roon!

Note 1. Ellen, my heart’s delight.

1. Molly Astore
2. John O’Dwyer of the Glen

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