Questão de Língua Inglesa

EILEEN S. Fine & M. Liebman In the town by the sea by the castle Dooneen, The fairest of all was the maiden Eileen. The bloom of her cheek as fresh as the dew, And to a young fishing laddie was true. At morn he would sail with the sun and the tide, And he would return to his promised young bride. And there on the shore, she could hear it so plain, His voice in the wind singing soft this refrain: Eileen, my Eileen, Wait for me, wait, Eileen. They were to be wed on a Sunday in May, And faith ‘twas a joy to see Eileen so gay The morning before he set sail with the tide, But he never returned to his promised young bride. Oh, no, never more was her heart light and warm, Her lover, he died, yes he died in the storm. But down on the shore she could still hear so plain His voice in the wind singing soft this refrain: Eileen, my Eileen, Wait for me, wait, Eileen. They say that her heart, it was broken in two, The lovely Eileen, so young and so true, And down on the shore those who loved her the best, By the rock where she waited they laid her to rest. Oh, many’s the years that have passed since that day, But maidens who wait for the lovers, they say That still on the shore they can still hear so plain His ghost in the wind singing soft this refrain: Eileen, my Eileen, Wait for me, wait, Eileen.