Johnny McEvoy - Where my eileen is waiting

^AI am always light-^Dhearted and e^Aas, not a care in the wo^Drld have I^E For I k^Anow I am lo^Dved by a co^Alleen, and I could not for^Eget her if I tr^Aied She li^Dves far away o’er the mo^Auntain, where the little birds sing on the t^Erees In a co^Attage all cov^Dered with i^Avy, my Eileen is wa^Eiting for m^Ae.

It’s ov^Der, it’s over the mou^Antain, where the little birds sing in the tr^Eees In a cott^Aage all cov^Dered with i^Avy, my Eileen is wai^Eting for ^Ame.

The t^Aime I bade go^Dod-bye to Eil^Aeen is a time I will ne^Dver for^Eget For the t^Aears bubbled u^Dp from their slu^Ambers I fancy I s^Eee them y^Aet They lo^Doked like the pearls in the o^Acean and she wept with her tale of l^Eove And s^Ahe said ‘My de^Dar boy, don’t fo^Arget me, till we meet here ag^Eain or ab^Aove.’

It’s ov^Der, it’s over the mou^Antain, where the little birds sing in the tr^Eees In a cott^Aage all cov^Dered with i^Avy, my Eileen is wai^Eting for ^Ame.