Siuil A Run

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