Thomas Furlong (1794–1827)

I’LL love thee evermore,

Eileen Aroon!

I’ll bless thee o’er and o’er,

Eileen Aroon!

Oh, for thy sake I’ll tread

Where the plains of Mayo spread,

By hope still fondly led,

Eileen Aroon!

Oh, how may I gain thee,

Eileen Aroon?

Shall feasting entertain thee,

Eileen Aroon?

I would range the world wide,

With love alone to guide,

To win thee for my bride,

Eileen Aroon!

Then wilt thou come away,

Eileen Aroon?

Oh, wilt thou come to stay,

Eileen Aroon?

Oh, oh, yes, with thee,

I will wander far and free,

And thy only love shall be,

Eileen Aroon!

A hundred thousand welcomes,

Eileen Aroon!

A hundred thousand welcomes,

Eileen Aroon!

Oh, welcome evermore,

With welcomes yet in store,

Till love and life are o’er,

Eileen Aroon!