I know a valley fair, Eileen Aroon I knew a cottage there, Eileen Aroon Far in that valley’s shade, I knew a gentle maid Flower of a hazel glade, Eileen Aroon.
Who is the song so sweet? Eileen Aroon Who in the dance so fleet? Eileen Aroon Dear were her charms to me, dearer her laughter free Dearest her constancy, Eileen Aroon.
Who like the rising day, Eileen Aroon Love sends his early ray, Eileen Aroon What makes its dawning glow changeless through joy or woe? Only the constant know, Eileen Aroon.
Is it the laughing eye? Eileen Aroon Is it the timid sigh? Eileen Aroon Is it the tender tone, soft as the stringed harp’s moan? Oh! It is truth alone, Eileen Aroon.
Youth must with time decay, Eileen Aroon Beauty must fade away, Eileen Aroon Castles are sacked in war, chieftains are scattered far Truth is a fixed star, Eileen Aroon.