I wish I was on yonder hill ’Tis there I’d sit and cry my fill, And every tear would turn a mill, Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.
Chorus (in phonetic Gaelic) Shule, shule, shule aroon, Shule go succir agus, shule go kewn, Shule go dheen durrus oggus aylig lume, Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.
I’ll sell my rock, I’ll sell my reel, I’ll sell my only spinning wheel, To buy my love a sword of steel Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.
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I’ll dye my petticoats, I’ll dye them red, And ’round the world I’ll beg my bread, Until my parents shall wish me dead, Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.
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I wish, I wish, I wish in vain, I wish I had my heart again, And vainly think I’d not complain, Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.
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But now my love has gone to France, To try his fortune to advance; If he e’er comes back, ’tis but a chance, Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.
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