| lyric | When like the early rose, Eileen Aroon
Beauty in childhood blows, Eileen Aroon.
When like a diadem
Buds blush around the stem
which is the fairest gem
Eileen Aroon.
Is it the laughing eye, Eileen aroon.
Is it the timid sigh, Eileen Aroon.
Is it the tender tone,
soft as the sweet harp’s moan?
Oh it is truth alone,
Eileen Aroon.
I know a valley fair Eileen Aroon.
I konw a cottage there Eileen Aroon.
For in that valley’s shade, I knew a gentle maid,
Flower of hazel glade
Eileen Aroon. |