[1]
I wish I were on yonder hill.
'Tis there I'd sit and cry my fill,
And every tear would turn a mill,
Is go dté tú mo mháirnín slán.

[curfá]
Siúil, siúil, siúil a rúin,
Siúil agus sochair agus siúil, go ciúin
Siúil, go dtí an doras agus éalaigh liom
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán.

[2]
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.
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán.

[curfá]

[3]
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.
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán.

[curfá]

[4]
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,
I wish I had my heart again,
And vainly think I'd not complain.
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán.

[curfá]

[5]
But now my love has gone to France
To try his fortune to advance.
If he 'er come back, 'tis but a chance.
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán.

[curfá]

[1]



Is guh jay too muh vwoor'nyeen slawn.

[chorus]
Shool, shool, shool uh-roon,
Shool agus suck-ir agus shool, go k'ewn
Shool guh dee'n doorahs agus ay-lee lum
Iss guh jay too muh vwoor'nyeen slawn.

[2]



Is guh jay too muh vwoor'nyeen slawn

[chorus]

[3]



Is guh jay too muh vwoor'nyeen slawn

[chorus]

[4]



Is guh jay too muh vwoor'nyeen slawn

[chorus]

[5]



Is guh jay too muh vwoor'nyeen slawn

[chorus]