I came home in May with a glad heart
Nothing there that could cause me grief
Nothing could make me sorrowful and bitter
Nothing could make my head hang down

Eileen my white flower of the blackberry
Whiter than lilies
The dew of a rose
Eileen my bright flower of the blackberry
My summer breeze
A poem in the spring

Woman why are you crying out your eyes now
Are there any other wooers around
Woman the nightingale sang me a tale tonight
That is not soothing music to my ears

Eileen my white flower of the blackberry
Whiter than lilies
The dew of a rose
Eileen my bright flower of the blackberry
My summer breeze
A poem in the spring

So green her eyes
Burning red her hair
A hundred rings of thorns around my neck
There's a thousand strings strangling my chest
Is tu ma ghra
A hundred rings of thorns around my neck
There's a thousand strings srangling my chest

Eileen my white flower of the blackberry
Whiter than lilies
The dew of a rose
Eileen, is tu ma ghra
Eileen my death in the spring