Shule Aroon

★ Shule Aroon Lyrics:

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 d-teidh tu, a mhurnin, slan !
Siubhail, siubhail, siubhail, a ruin !
Siubhail go socair, agus siubhail go ciuin,
Siubhail go d-ti an doras agus eulaigh liom,
Is go d-teidh tu, a mhurnin, slan !

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**.

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.

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,
I wish I had my heart again,
And vainly think I’d not complain.

But now my love has gone to France,
To try his fortune to advance ;
If he e’er come back, ’tis but a chance.

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