  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 slÀn. Shule, shule, shule aroon, Shule go succir, agus shule go cuin, Shule go den durrus agus eligh lum, Is go de tu mo vuirnin slÀn. 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 slÀn. Chorus. 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 slÀn. Chorus. I wish I had my heart again, And vainly think I'd not complain, Is go de tu mo vuirnin slÀn. 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 slÀn. Chorus. |
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