Siúil
A' Rúin
I wish I were on yonder hill
'Tis there I'd sit and cry my fill,
And ev'ry tear would turn a mill,
Is go dté tú mo mhuirnín slán.
cho: Siúil, siúil, siúil a'rúín
Siúil go sochair agus, siuil go ciúin
Siuil go doras agus éalaigh liom,
Is go dté tú mo mhuirnín slán
I'll sell my rod, I'll sell my reel
I'll sell my only spinning wheel
To by my love a sword of steel
Is go dté tú mo mhuirnín slán
I'll dye my petticoats, I'll dye them red
And through the streets I'll beg my bread,
Until my parents shall wish me dead
Is go dté tú mo mhuirnín slán
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
I wish I had my heart again,
And vainly think I'd not complain
Is go dté tú mo mhuirnín slán
But now my love has gone to France
To try his fortune to advance.
If he e'er come back, 'tis but a chance
Is go dté tú mo mhuirnín slán
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