One night as I lay on my pillow
A vision appeared in my view
Of a ship sailing over the ocean
And The wind it tremendously blew
On the deck stood a handsome young lady
Whose features I'd ne'er seen before
And she sighed for the wrongs of her country
Saying "I'm banished from Erin's green shore"
In thought I approached this fair lady
And asked her the cause of her sigh
Saying "Cheer up my handsome young lady
And I'll be your slave tilt I die"
She looked at me in meditation
As the tears from her blue eyes did flow
Saying "I'm a poor exile from Erin
The land where the sweet shamrock grow
My name is Eileen McMahon
My age it is scarcely eighteen
And I thank you, good sir, for your kindness
For you don't know how lonely I've been
For the want of employment in Ireland
I was forced as an exile to stray
Far away from my home in Killarney
Where in childhood I longed for to play
Far away from each mountain and valley
From Punch Bowl to Gap of Dunloe
All around by the shores of sweet Muckross
And that beautiful spot Aghadoe"
It was then I awoke from my slumber
To look for my Eileen machree
It was only the face of my mother
With a fond smile stood gazing at me
The ship on the ocean had vanished
But in fancy I see her once more
My beautiful Eileen McMahon
The pride of old Erin's green shore
A vision appeared in my view
Of a ship sailing over the ocean
And The wind it tremendously blew
On the deck stood a handsome young lady
Whose features I'd ne'er seen before
And she sighed for the wrongs of her country
Saying "I'm banished from Erin's green shore"
In thought I approached this fair lady
And asked her the cause of her sigh
Saying "Cheer up my handsome young lady
And I'll be your slave tilt I die"
She looked at me in meditation
As the tears from her blue eyes did flow
Saying "I'm a poor exile from Erin
The land where the sweet shamrock grow
My name is Eileen McMahon
My age it is scarcely eighteen
And I thank you, good sir, for your kindness
For you don't know how lonely I've been
For the want of employment in Ireland
I was forced as an exile to stray
Far away from my home in Killarney
Where in childhood I longed for to play
Far away from each mountain and valley
From Punch Bowl to Gap of Dunloe
All around by the shores of sweet Muckross
And that beautiful spot Aghadoe"
It was then I awoke from my slumber
To look for my Eileen machree
It was only the face of my mother
With a fond smile stood gazing at me
The ship on the ocean had vanished
But in fancy I see her once more
My beautiful Eileen McMahon
The pride of old Erin's green shore