One day as i strolled along broadway a vision came into my view a vision of sadness and beauty a beauty that’s given to few there i was in a land of the stranger there she was i’d not seen her before but somehow i knew she was irish sweet eileen from erin’s green sh*r*
so softly a spell cast o’er me as her lovely form moved on it’s way that i thought of the mother that bore her and prayed she would love me for aye and as eileen gazed sweetly upon me witht the charm of her grace evermore i was a slave to sweet eileen mcm*n*s that fair colleen from erin’s green sh*r*
i quickly approached this young maiden i asked her the cause of her woe and she said “i am crying for erin the land where the green shamrocks grow” i said just make an end to your sorrow dear eileen mcm*n*s asth*r* for we’ll marry and e’er it’s tomorrow i’ll take you to erin’s green sh*r*
we will travel the green hills and mountains by the road to the gap of dunloe and along by the glens and the valleys to a spot that is called aghadoe ‘tis my joy just to see you contented and your tears will be dried evermore my own beautiful eileen mcm*n*s you’ll be home on old erin’s green sh*r*