Siúil A Rún - Orla Fallon

I wish I was on yonder hill

'Tis there I’d sit and cry my fill

‘Til every tear would turn a mill

Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan

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

Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan

Siuil, siuil, siuil a run

Siuil go sochair agus siuil go ciuin

Siuil go doras agus ealaigh lion

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

But now my love has gone to France

To try his fortune to advance;

If he e’er comes back, 'tis but a chance

Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan

Translation:

Siuil, siuil, siuil a run, Walk, walk, walk, O love

Siuil go sochair agus siuil go ciuin Walk quickly to me, softly move;

Siuil go doras agus ealaigh lion Walk to the door, and away we’ll flee

Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan And safe may my darling be