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This is a traditional song, one of the "tear your heart out" variety, about a young girl and her Wild Geese who's off to war. |
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I wish I was on yonder hill |
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'Tis there 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 |
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[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 rock, 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. |
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[chorus] |
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I'll dye my petticoats, I'll dye them red, |
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And 'round the world 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. |
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[chorus] |
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But now my love has gone to France, |
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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 |
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[chorus] |
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I wish, I wish, I wish in vain, |
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I wish I had my heart again, |
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And vainly think I'd not complain, |
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Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan |
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[chorus] |
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Translation : |
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Walk, walk, walk, O love, |
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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 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. |