I would I were on yonder hill,
'Tis there I'd sit and cry my fill,
And every tear would turn a mill,
_Is go de tu mo vuirnin slan.
Shule, shule, shule aroon,
Shule go succir, agus shule go cuin,
Shule go den durrus agus eligh lum,
Is go de tu mo vuirnin slan._
I'll sell my rock, I'll sell my reel,
I'll sell my only spinning-wheel,
To buy for my love a sword of steel,
_Is go de tu mo vuirnin slan._
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I'll dye my petticoats, I'll dye them red,
And around the world I'll beg my bread,
Until my parents shall wish me dead,
_Is go de tu mo vuirnin slan._
_Chorus._
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,
I wish I had my heart again,
And vainly think I'd not complain,
_Is go de tu mo vuirnin slan._
_Chorus._
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 de tu mo vuirnin slan._
_Chorus._