siuil a ruin

siuil

siuil

siuil a ruin

siuil go sochair agus siuil go ciuin

siuil go doras agus ealaigh liom

siuil

siuil

siuil a ruin

siuil go sochair agus siuil go ciuin

siuil go doras agus ealaigh liom

is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan

i wish i was on yonder hill

'tis there i'd sit and cry my fill

until every tear would turn a mill

i'll sell my rod

i'll sell my reel

i'll sell my only spinning wheel

to buy 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