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