Celtic Woman - Siúil a Rún

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Siuil A Run
i wish i was on yonder hill
Tis there Id sit and cry my fill
Till every tear would turn a mill
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan
Siuil, siuil, siuil a ruin
Siuil go sochair agus siuil go ciuin
Siuil go doras agus ealaigh liom
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan.
I’ll sell my rock, I’ll sell my reel
I’ll sell my only spinning wheel
to buy my love a sword of steel
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan
I’ll dye my petticoats, I’ll dye them red
and it’s round the world I will be for bread
until my parents shall wish me dead.
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan
I wish my love would return from France,
his fame and fortune there advance.
If we meet again, 'twill be by chance.
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan