11 acessos
I wish I were on yonder hill
'Tis there I'd sit and cry my fill
And every tear would turn a mill
I wish I sat on my true love's knee
Many a fond story he told to me
He told me things that ne'er shall be
Siúil, siúil, siúil a rúin
Siúil go sochair agus siúil go ciúin
Siúil go doras agus éalaigh liom
His hair was black, his eye was blue
His arm was strong, his word was true
I wish in my heart I was with you
I'll dye my petticoat, I'll dye it red
And 'round the world I'll beg my bread
'Til I find my love alive or dead
Siúil go doras agus éalaigh liom