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I wish I was on yonder hill
'Tis there I'd sit and cry my fill,
And every tear would turn a mill,
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan

Siuil, siuil, siuil a run,
Siuil go sochair agus siuil go ciuin.
Siuil go doras agus ealeaigh liom.
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan

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.

Siuil, siuil, siuil a run,
Siuil go sochair agus siuil go ciuin.
Siuil go doras agus ealeaigh liom.
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan

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 dte tu mo mhuirnin slan

Siuil, siuil, siuil a run,
Siuil go sochair agus siuil go ciuin.
Siuil go doras agus ealeaigh liom.
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,
I wish I had my heart again,
And vainly think I'd not complain,
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan

Siuil, siuil, siuil a run,
Siuil go sochair agus siuil go ciuin.
Siuil go doras agus ealeaigh liom.
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan

But now my love has gone to France,
To try his fortune to advance;
If he e'er come back, 'tis but a chance,
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan

Siuil, siuil, siuil a run,
Siuil go sochair agus siuil go ciuin.
Siuil go doras agus ealeaigh liom.
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan

NOTA: Tradução do coro de gaélico irlandês (ou, simplesmente, irlandês) para inglês:

Come, come, come, o love,
Quickly come to me, softly move;
Come to the door, and away we'll flee,
And safe for aye may my darling be!