Siúil A Rún

I wish I was on yonder hill
tis there Id 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.

Chorus

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.

Chorus

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.

Chorus

But now my love has gone to france,
To try his fortune to advance;
If he eer come back, tis but a chance,
Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.

Chorus

Translation
Provided by lindsay labanca
Chorus:
Come, come, come, o'love,
Quickly come to me, softly move;
Come to the door, and away well flee,
And safe for aye may my darling be!