| I wish I was on yonder hill
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| 'Tis there I’d sit and cry my fill
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| ‘Til every tear would turn a mill
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| Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan
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| I’ll sell my rod, I’ll sell my reel
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| I’ll sell my only spinning wheel
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| To buy my love a sword of steel
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| Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan
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| Siuil, siuil, siuil a run
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| Siuil go sochair agus siuil go ciuin
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| Siuil go doras agus ealaigh lion
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| Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan
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| I’ll dye my petticoats, I’ll dye them red
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| And 'round the world I’ll beg my bread
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| Until my parents shall wish me dead
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| Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan
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| But now my love has gone to France
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| To try his fortune to advance;
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| If he e’er comes back, 'tis but a chance
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| Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan
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| Translation:
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| Siuil, siuil, siuil a run, Walk, walk, walk, O love
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| Siuil go sochair agus siuil go ciuin Walk quickly to me, softly move;
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| Siuil go doras agus ealaigh lion Walk to the door, and away we’ll flee
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| Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan And safe may my darling be |