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Siuil a Run |
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This is a traditional song, one of the "tear your heart out" variety, about a young girl and her |
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Wild Geese who's off to war. |
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I wish I was on yonder hill ' |
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Tis there |
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I'd sit and cry my fill, |
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And every tear would turn a mill, |
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Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan [chorus] |
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Siuil, siuil, siul a run, |
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Siuil go sochair agus siuil go ciuin |
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Siuil go doras agus ealaigh lion |
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Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan |
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I'll sell my rod, |
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I'll sell my reel, |
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I'll sell my only spinning wheel, |
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To buy my love a sword of steel |
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Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan. [chorus] |
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I'll dye my petticoats, |
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I'll dye them red, |
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And 'round the world |
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I'll beg my bread, |
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Until my parents shall wish me dead, |
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Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan. [chorus] |
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But now my love has gone to |
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France, To try his fortune to advance; |
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If he e'er comes back, 'tis but a chance, |
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Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan [chorus] |
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I wish, I wish, |
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I wish in vain, |
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I wish I had my heart again, |
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And vainly think |
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I'd not complain, |
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Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan [chorus] |
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Translation : |
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Walk, walk, walk, |
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O love, Walk quickly to me, softly move; |
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Walk to the door, and away we'll flee, |
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And safe may my darling be. |
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I wish I was on yonder hill ' |
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Tis there |
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I'd sit and cry my fill, |
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And every tear would turn a mill, |
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Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn. |
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Chorus (in phonetic Gaelic) |
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Shule, shule, shule aroon, |
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Shule go succir agus, shule go kewn, |
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Shule go durrus oggus aylig lume, |
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Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn. |