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I am always light-hearted and easy,
Not a care in the world have I,
'Cause I know that I am loved by a colleen,
And I couldn't forget if I tried;
She lives far away o'er the mountain,
Where the little bird sings on the tree,
In a cottage all covered with ivy,
My Eileen is waiting for me.
It's over, it's over the mountain,
Where the little bird sings on the tree;
In a cottage all covered with ivy,
My Eileen is waiting for me.
Oh, the time I said good-bye to Eileen,
Is a time I will never forget,
How the tears bubbled up from their slumber,
I fancy I see them yet;
They looked like the pearls in the ocean,
As she wept her tale of love,
And she said, "My dear boy, don't forget me,
Till we meet here again or above."
It's over, it's over the mountain,
Where the little bird sings on the tree;
In a cottage all covered with ivy,
My Eileen is waiting for me.
It's over, it's over the mountain,
Where the little bird sings on the tree;
In a cottage all covered with ivy,
My Eileen is waiting for me.
