| 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.
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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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| Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.
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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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| Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.
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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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| Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.
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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 come back, 'tis but a chance,
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| Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.
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| Chorus
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| Translation
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| Provided by Lindsay Labanca
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| Chorus:
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| Come, come, come, O love,
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| Quickly come to me, softly move;
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| Come to the door, and away we’ll flee,
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| And safe for aye may my darling be! |