He tells me he loves me, and can I believe,
The heart he has won, he can wish to deceive?
For ever and always, his sweet words to me,
Are Aileen, mavourneen, a cuishla machree!
Last night, when we parted, his gentle good bye,
A thousand times said, and each time with a sigh,
And still the same sweet words he whisper'd to me,
Are Aileen, mavourneen, a cuishla machree.
The friend of my childhood, the hope of my youth,
Whose heart is all pure, and whose words are all truth,
Oh! sweet are the sweet words he whispers to me,
My Aileen, mavourneen, a cuishla machree.
Oh! when will the day come, the dear happy day,
That a maiden may hear all a lover can say,
And he speaks out the words he now whispers to me,
My Aileen, mavourneen, a cuishla machree!