"The Spinning Wheel"

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manfredvijars

"The Spinning Wheel"

Post by manfredvijars » Sat Aug 15, 2015 11:50 am

"The Spinning Wheel"
John Francis Waller (Lyrics 1884)

"The Spinning Wheel" was written in the mid-1800s by an Irish lawyer and poet named John Francis Waller. It's a beautiful ballad written in waltz time (3/4 time). To understand the song better, you'll want to know that "a chara" means "dear" and "The Coolin" refers to a traditional Irish air called "An Chúilfhionn," which translates to "The Fair-Haired One."

"The Spinning Wheel" Lyrics:

Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning
Close by the window young Eileen is spinning
Bent o'er the fire her blind grandmother sitting
Is crooning and moaning and drowsily knitting.

CHORUS
Merrily, cheerily, noiselessly whirring
Swings the wheel, spins the wheel while the foot's stirring
Spritely and lightly and merrily ringing
Trills the sweet voice of the young maiden singing.

"Eileen, a chara, I hear someone tapping"
"'Tis the ivy dear mother against the glass flapping"
"Eily, I surely hear somebody sighing"
"'Tis the sound mother dear of the autumn winds dying."

"What's the noise that I hear at the window I wonder"
"'Tis the little birds chirping, the holly-bush under"
"What makes you be shoving and moving your stool on
And singing all wrong the old song of 'The Coolin'?"

There's a form at the casement, the form of her true love
And he whispers with face bent, "I'm waiting for you, love"
Get up on the stool, through the lattice step lightly
And we'll rove in the grove while the moon's shining brightly."

The maid shakes her head, on her lips lays her fingers
Steps up from the stool, longs to go and yet lingers
A frightened glance turns to her drowsy grandmother
Puts one foot on the stool, spins the wheel with the other.

Lazily, easily, swings now the wheel round
Slowly and lowly is heard now the reel's sound
Noiseless and light to the lattice above her
The maid steps then leaps to the arms of her lover.

Slower and slower and slower the wheel rings
Lower and lower and lower the reel rings
E're the reel and the wheel stopped their ringing and moving
Through the grove the young lovers by moonlight are roving.
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Re: "The Spinning Wheel"

Post by Maureen K Clifford » Sat Aug 15, 2015 2:31 pm

That is so beautiful Manny - I saw the picture clearly as I read. Lovely lyrics, just lovely
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Re: "The Spinning Wheel"

Post by Catherine Lee » Sun Aug 16, 2015 3:32 pm

Totally agree - this is just lovely Manny. Like Maureen I saw the whole picture, and the atmosphere it creates with both the words and waltz timing is somehow haunting and reminds me of something else, although exactly what I couldn't tell you right now!

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