Suil a Ruin
I wish I were on yonder hill
There I'd sit and cry my fill
Every tear would turn a mill
And a blessing walk with you, my love
I'll sell my rod, I'll sell my reel
I'll sell my only spinning wheel
To buy my love a sword of steel
And a blessing walk with you, my love
Siúil siúil siúil siúil a rúin
Siúil go sochair agus siúil go ciuin
Siúil go doras agus ealaigh liom
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan
I wish, I wish and I wish in vain
I wish I had my heart again
And vainly think I'd not complain
And a blessin' walk with you, my love
Siúil siúil siúil siúil a rúin
Siúil go sochair agus siúil go ciuin
Siúil go doras agus ealaigh liom
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan
Siúil siúil siúil siúil a rúin
Siúil go sochair agus siúil go ciuin
Siúil go doras (siúil go doras) agus ealaigh liom
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan
Siúil siúil siúil siúil a rúin
Siúil go sochair agus siúil go ciuin
Siúil go doras (siúil go doras) agus ealaigh liom
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan
But now my love has gone to France
To try his fortune to advance
If he ever comes back, it's but a chance
And a blessin' walk with you, my love
There I'd sit and cry my fill
Every tear would turn a mill
And a blessing walk with you, my love
I'll sell my rod, I'll sell my reel
I'll sell my only spinning wheel
To buy my love a sword of steel
And a blessing walk with you, my love
Siúil siúil siúil siúil a rúin
Siúil go sochair agus siúil go ciuin
Siúil go doras agus ealaigh liom
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan
I wish, I wish and I wish in vain
I wish I had my heart again
And vainly think I'd not complain
And a blessin' walk with you, my love
Siúil siúil siúil siúil a rúin
Siúil go sochair agus siúil go ciuin
Siúil go doras agus ealaigh liom
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan
Siúil siúil siúil siúil a rúin
Siúil go sochair agus siúil go ciuin
Siúil go doras (siúil go doras) agus ealaigh liom
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan
Siúil siúil siúil siúil a rúin
Siúil go sochair agus siúil go ciuin
Siúil go doras (siúil go doras) agus ealaigh liom
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan
But now my love has gone to France
To try his fortune to advance
If he ever comes back, it's but a chance
And a blessin' walk with you, my love
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Writer(s): Traditional, Iarla O'lionaird, Maighread Ni Dhomhnaill
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